Sour day

Today is not a good day.
I had a crap sleep. I'm cranky. I'm bitter. I'm a real lemon today & in no mood for lemonaide. I think if anyone even tried to be funny and said in a cheerful voice: Well, when life hands you lemons, make lemonaide.
I'd probably start hurling said lemons at thier head. Complete with total psycho ranting & raving...just to make myself feel better by sharing my bad mood.
I hate the world today.
I hate my messy house.
I hate my floors for never staying clean & having the nerve to be messy already.
I hate my dark cupboards.
I hate my lino on the floor. I hate how its peeling where Bugzy's water dish was.
I hate how we can't even keep a pet alive here.
I hate our hard water.
I hate not having enough money to let me shop all day & every day.
I hate bills.
I hate student loans.
I hate the smell of Orange Mr Clean. I hate mopping.
I hate my fugly mop. I want a new one.
I hate how disorganized I've become.
I'm mad at myself for skarfing down 3 mini bags of chips last night & now I find myself bloated & feeling gross.
I can't stand the thought of making supper plans tonite & want to eat chinese food....even though I'm stiff suffering my last salt binge.
I'm bitter at my piles of clean laundry sitting on the couch....looking at me accusingly as if to say: we can't put ourselves away!!
I'm bitter at my hubs who is in the city today doing some shopping.
I want to do the shopping by myself.
I'm not enjoying breastfeeding today. It's making me feel tied to the house today.
I hate the dishes sitting in the sink. I hate the fact that we don't have a dishwasher.
I'm disgusted with my recipe box as I try to find something for dinner.
Why do I have all these crazy recipes that I've NEVER made or tried yet??
My house is going to clutter me to death today. I just know it. No one will even find me underneath it all for weeks.
I hate facebook & its new design.
I hate the word sausage. Why the hell do i have 14 recipes with the word sausage in the title??
I'm so disgusted by the fact that I sucked up a marble with my Dyson & now its stuck somewhere in the land of oz....aka the inside of my Dyson.
I hate Yoda's silly quotes: Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate... leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you.
I'm going to choke Yoda.
I can't stand the way I can NEVER find Cherry Coke anywhere. ANYWHERE!!!!!!!
I hate the way none of my clothes fit.
I hate how I can't find any nursing bras that fit.
I hate how miserable I am today.
I wish I had a fairy godmother who could come wave her magic wand & clean my house for me & watch & play with my kids for me so i can sit here on the computer all day & veg out in my PJs.
Why is there such thing as buyers remorse? It drives me crazy. Or I guess....I drive myself crazy. Did I mention ever I have a shopping compulsion? The only time I don't like to shop is when I'm in a bad mood. Like now.
What kind of person has so much clutter on top the fridge?
Gah. Playdough in the carpet makes me want to poke my eyes out.
I should probably get dressed, leave the house & go for a walk with my kids.
But I'm too lazy.