Tee Gee Eye Friday

I hate admitting it, but I'm having one of those days where everyONE and everyTHING is getting on my nerves. Perhaps it started with the anger I mustered up last night, right before I went to bed, that was directed at Isaac for not watching a stupid South Park video with me. I always watch his videos. Why couldn't he spare TWO MINUTES for mine?! South Park is a terrible show to be watching anyway, but it was only two minutes. Two.

Then, the anger bled into the midnight hours from the incessant clawing that Sandy was doing at the bedroom door. She's like a baby during the night needing food and waking up her "parents" up by whining just so she can have her way. By the way, if she's not clawing at the door she is smacking the blinds around or playing with her jingly ball under the bed (thanks, Carrie).

Morning came and I was accompanied by an awful-sounding melody of barking dogs outside my window. This is one of the worst sounds one could hear when just rolling out of bed to begin the day with practically only one eye open.

I wanted to leave the house early to get Starbucks, but I ended up leaving late, of course. I need to face the reality of my tardiness and do something about it. Because I left late I probably waited extra long in line to get my coffee. And while I was there I got so annoyed because drinks for other people who ordered after me were coming out first. The insanity! Then, taking a sip of what I hoped would be a golden drop of heaven was just shy of gross. Though after sipping it down a bit I got to the caramel deliciousness and my fix kicked in. Not sure why some Starbucks make macchiatos with less syrup than others.

Arriving to work I walked into a pile of chaos, which actually ended up not being that bad once I sorted it out. It's pretty quiet today, here, so that always helps.

My final thoughts: could I be more dramatic and overworked about it? My husband is wonderful. Despite the late night interruptions, Sandy is the cutest cat in the world. The barking dogs mean that I have neighbors (well, that's about all that means). Being late to work means I have a job, and the coffee situation, well, that's just a Northern Virginian, snobbish attitude for you that we all could stand to overcome. We WILL survive without our Starbucks. We will.

TGIF, folks!