Warning: You might get irritated reading this post.

Okay, on the one hand I want to say that I had the crappiest weekend ever. On the other hand I might be tempted to say that it was a great weekend full of great fun and great family. I just can't decide which is more true.

They both are I guess. That doesn't even make any sense, I know.

I must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown or something.

Good things that happened (lest I forget):

1.Went on a date with hubby (always a plus to be out of the house sans children).

2.Kids did their chores with out crying or complaining (who are these children?).

3.Had a family dinner at the Flemings (they are "The Best" if you didn't already know).

4.Received a delicious breakfast and gifts for Mother's Day.

5.Went to church and got to see Zane get up with the Primary to sing for his very first time (okay, he didn't want to do it so Curtis had to go on the stand with him, but hey! He was there!).

6.Had dinner over at my mom's with my sister that is visiting from Utah (definitely fun!).

7. Violet's arm is healing and I only have to change the dressing once a day this week (thank heaven for small mercies--that is a 45 minute process each time).

Crappy things that happened:

1. Curtis went with the young men to the Lake Saturday morning when I really needed him to mow the lawn (not just wanted him to mow it, needed him to mow it. Big difference!).

2. Yelled at my mom for no reason on the phone (sorry, again mom. I was having a really bad morning).

3. Yelled at my kids during chore time (probably why they didn't cry or complain about doing chores).

4. Told Hallie she was being a brat as we were walking out the door to go to church (as you can see, I'm still working on getting that mother of the year award. But she really was being bratty).

5. Got irritated at, oh, about a gazillion things!!! over the course of the weekend. Messy house and slobbish occupants being first and foremost. After spending the morning cleaning the kitchen and family room while taking care of a cranky baby and demanding toddler I needed a nap. After I awoke from my nap I found that the kitchen and family room looked worse than ever. And I couldn't even have anyone clean it up because we needed to leave to get to the store before we headed to Geanna's house because we needed a Mother's Day gift for Curtis' mom, which, coincidentally she didn't even come to the family party anyways, so I could have used that time to insist on everyone cleaning up their messes.

6. Yesterday I started washing the Mother's Day Breakfast dishes and was told on two different occasions to stop doing them, that "someone else" would do them. Well, "someone else" forgot to do them, so what did I do this morning? Wash the Mother's Day Breakfast dishes, wipe the toast crumbs off the counter, clear off the table and clean the dried-up egg that was stuck to the stove (in Curtis' defense he was teaching Gospel Doctrine and needed to brush up on his lesson before church. And then then we weren't home after church until late last night when he had to finish his seminary lesson because he is subbing all week. I was just irritated because I knew I'd eventually have to clean it all up anyways, and by not being allowed to do it yesterday I was only sparing everyone of feeling guilty about not doing the work themselves. This post is making less and less sense.)

Are you irritated yet? I'm getting irritated just reliving it all. And this isn't all of it! Just the stuff I'm not ashamed to admit.

Thanks for letting me unload. Sorry for venting on you. Hopefully this week will be better. However, I know that if I want the lawn mowed, I'll have to it myself.

That's already making me mad.