I remember one of our first trips to Arkansas to visit Gary's family. We were at the little wooden church next to his Grandma's house. There were a few ladies from town there talking about a friend who left her husband. One lady said (in her cute Southern accent) "She packed up her sheep and left. Must be the phase of the moon." I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard. It's been a joke at our house ever since. When you're having a bad day it's because of the darn phase of the moon
Well, I had a bad day this week. I had a disagreement with my teenager. We exchanged words, I was hot and tired....and just turned into a crabby, cupboard door slamming mom. I got the dishes done in record time and only broke 1 dish. Then I bathed Max. I left the wet towels in the middle of the bathroom floor. I didn't scrub the tub when I was done either. Not my bathroom. It belongs to the teenager who made me mad. I took Max outside and gave him a doggie haircut. I was so worked up I just kept clipping and shaving. Ooops, kind of a short haircut.
I'm a little ashamed of myself when I think about it now. I blame it on the phase of the moon.
By the way, I did pick up the wet towels....but I couldn't bring myself to scrub the tub. I have to have a little revenge, right?