On my bad side

The pregnancy-induced grumpiness continues (at least I'll chalk it up to pregnancy since I hope the people I know in real life can vouch that I'm not a raunchy raving lunatic all the time). Here's a list of people or things who have pushed my buttons in the last 24 hours:

• The traffic cop who stopped me mid-turn in the middle of oncoming traffic yesterday.



• The two teenage kids in the hot sports car who threw a gatorate bottle, two Whataburger wrappers, and a Twinkies package out the window of their car at regular intervals as I followed them down the road today.



• The idiots at the postal service who list 1-800-ASK-USPS as the phone number of every freaking branch of the post office in the entire country. After going through the automated system for 10 minutes, I finally got the number for the branch near me. But when I called it, it would ring four times and then HANG UP on me. I came to find out this morning that it's not the right number.



• The lady from the registration desk at the hospital who told me she'd call me "right back" and then never did.



• The child (who shall remain nameless) who lost the mail key in our car, necessitating both the phone number and the trip to the post office. I think that he probably dropped it down the air conditioning vent, possibly in an attempt to keep up with his older siblings, who broke the car's cd player last year by stuffing it full of $.76 of pennies, nickels and dimes.



• The underwear that has been giving me a wedgie all day (time to break out the maternity bottoms, I guess).



• The child (who shall remain nameless) who opened two packs of fruit snacks only to proclaim both packs "gross." She is now in the other room chanting "I am thirsty, thirsty, thirsty."



• The child (who shall remain nameless) who spent all of yesterday afternoon eating goldfish crackers and then wouldn't eat his favorite dinner in the whole world. I think I need to put a lock on the pantry door.



• The Windex bottle that had the audacity to go empty in the middle of my window cleaning this morning.

See, none if it is stuff that would annoy me on a regular basis, but I've been so touchy lately. I won't even get started on my husband, because, poor guy, he can hardly do anything right lately! 

--originally published 8/16/06