One of those days ...

Today has been one of those days. I'm trying really hard not to get all grumpy today and it's hard. Thankfully it's almost bedtime for the kids and I'm going to kick back with my scrapbook stuff and a good girlie movie.

So, here's a rundown of some of the low points for today (can you tell I'm in glass-half-empty mode???):

1. I'm PMS-ing. Too much information, I know. But just recently I began to realize that I do get grumpy prior to my cycle.

2. I had to help out in Tristan's class. It used to be that I didn't mind helping out in class but there is something about his class this year that just isn't settling with me. Not to mention the project I was doing with the kids was very hard and almost no one got the concept, so there was tons of grumbling to deal with.

3. I tried to scrapbook and the page is just not cutting it for me. It's sitting on my desk half finished because I'm not really happy with where it's going and not sure what I can do about it.

4. My Mom came over. It wasn't her so much as the fact that my house wasn't clean, the dishes weren't done, I had just started mowing the lawn when she got here and I felt badly because I had so much to do that I couldn't hang out with her as much. But she got to spend time with the kids at least, which is good as she's headed to Costa Rica this evening and we won't see her for another 3 months.

5. I forgot the camera at my in-laws on Easter. So no camera means no pictures of Tristan's first baseball game of the season (I'll get into that more later though).

6. I lost a charm from my charm bracelet that I bought at Disneyland. I just put the thing on this afternoon and be this evening I had lost a charm. Grrr.

7. Carissa had practice and Tristan had a game, which means I got to spend 1/2 hour eating with Brian then we went our seperate ways with kids only to meet up in just enough time that he could kiss me and leave for work. 12 hour days stink!!!

8. Tristan's game did NOT go well. First he gets a bloody nose while walking to the field. We get that stopped and the game begins. He is on 1st base and doesn't pay attention at all ... he's too busy digging a hole in the ground with his cleat. Almost gets beaned by the ball more than once because he isn't paying attention. He has 3 turns at bat and doesn't hit anything. In pitching machine, where he is for the first time this year, they get 8 balls to try to hit and he couldn't get anything. Don't know what was up with that. He wasn't batting right, he wasn't paying attention, he wasn't even trying sometimes. And then he comes and sits down with such a sad face and tears welling up saying "How come I can't hit it? Everyone else hit it." My heart just breaks for him and I, of course, blame myself. I should work with him more. I should have instilled that agressive attitude into him. I should have played ball with him as a baby. All of it comes to my failure as a Mom. In essence, I suck!

Have I mentioned that it's just one of those days???