I apologize now for any contact anyone may have had with me this week, and will go ahead and preemptively apologize for any contact someone may have with me in the near future.

I am just a grouch as of late.

There is no reason.  Okay, work has been stressing me out this week.  But it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.  And the baby?  He’s perfect.  Happy, so much fun, and a great little bundle of boy.  My marriage?  Awesome.  Couldn’t be better.

THEN WHY IN THE HELL DO I KEEP SNAPPING PEOPLE’S HEADS OFF?

Now, I’ve done what I can.. I know myself well enough to figure that I’m acting this way and the best defense is a good offense, so to speak.  I’m staying to myself.  I’m not really conversing.  I’m trying my best to just get by.

BUT PEOPLE KEEP TALKING TO ME.

I confessed all of this to Bryan last night, and all he had was that maybe it’s a touch of post-partum depression.  This pissed me off. (What hasn’t, as of late?) But to say it’s something as blanketed as that is like saying any woman who is upset MUST be PMSing.

Case-in-point: I sit in a secure area.  The door to five cubes and six offices is locked with a cypher lock that was recently changed, so the majority of our workforce doesn’t know the new code.  I used to sit right by the door, but a reconfiguration of our area now has me in the back corner.  PAST FOUR OF THE CUBES AND FIVE OF THE OFFICES.  Someone just knocked on the door.

I hesitated, to listen and see if anyone else was going to get the door. (Which was silly.  It’s clearly MY job to get the door.  What?!  It ISN’T on my job description?!)

Second knock followed quickly, and I got out of my chair to open the door.

Followed by this incessantly irritating noise: KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKNOCKNOCKNOCK.

Which ended in me staring through the window at the impatient offender and refusing to let him in.  I’m pretty sure this is NOT how adults act, Sarah.

.. okay.  So I wrote that last little bit, realized I had to pee and might as well get some water while I’m up..

.. and GUESS WHO HAS BEEN PMSING?