Not feeling very nicey nice

I had a friend tell me earlier this week that she wasn't feeling very "nicey nice" and I giggled but more the week has gone on, the more I'm not feeling very "nicey nice" either. About anything really, no one particular thing or person. And in fact, I think I might be coming across a bit "bitey" or in my personal case, negatively sarcastic towards others. I don't like when I get this way but I'm all in right now, man and it's hard to come out of it.

Today I tried to pinpoint the source of my irritation but couldn't seem to narrow it down. At first I thought, well, it has to be because its Dance Recital week and that in itself can stress out any normally functional mom almost to her breaking point, especially with two girls dancing. For all those dance moms with one little girl, consider yourself blessed! But no, it wasn't just because it was Recital week.

Maybe it's because I spent all last week puking my guts out and felt like I was pregnant for 7 days in a row? Because of my newly acquired flu diet, I was unable to do ANYTHING around my home which now looks like a frat house untouched by a woman's hand in decades. As well, we have no food because I haven't done "the trip" that takes care of meals and snacks for the next two weeks. I've just piecing together scrap meals all week and eating out which is healthy for a mom whose irritability factor is pushing its limits. I don't know.....

Perhaps it's because the kids are home for the summer now and every day when I walk in the door, the snacks are all gone and there's dishes everywhere, a bunch of unmade beds and bodies sprawled all over every available piece of furniture for hours on end. Every tv is on, every light is on and every cabinet door is open. Gee, just what a busy mom wants to experience when she arrives home to greet her children.

Or I don't know, maybe another reason might be that softball games and tournaments, as well as basketball and volleyball camps are a nonstop everyday occurrence that makes me question every morning what day it is, or who needs to go where or even why? I'm not sure what town I'm supposed to drive to on Saturday and who is supposed to go with me? That lack of information can make any mom a little grouchy, especially when she has kids who roll their eyes when she has to ask them for the fifth time where they're going.

I don't know for sure what has caused my snide comments and snarling looks this week but I'm feeling a little fed up and a tad on the nasty side. I caught myself doggin' on some 10 year old's dance skills at one of the rehearsals this week, like I was some pro dancer myself in 5th grade. What's wrong with me? And I admit, this week I've given many a glare to the folks I see casually strolling down the sidewalks on these beautiful days, while I'm rushing one kid to practice and already late to pick up another one from a lesson, and all during my lunch hour for crying out loud!

Maybe that would put me back in the "nicey nice" mood, though. A good leisurely walk every day. Maybe 15 minutes would burn off some of this bitterness. So if you see me out on the sidewalk, expect a smile and a wave and don't let me get away with a scowl. I promise I'll try not to!