I'm just irritable. Girl is teething and has been tumbling head over hands in her new explorations, so she is frequently fussing. I spent several hours cleaning out the closet in the master bedroom, defrosting the freezer in the basement, doing general sorting and organizing, paying bills. The weather hasn't cooperated with my plans to work in the yard. Beloved's not feeling well.
All of it is piling up and making me grit my teeth.
It's no one's fault, and most of it is very understandable, but I feel like I've accomplished nothing. Probably mostly because the work that I HAVE done is in areas that aren't generally looked at. *sigh*
They say it's the little things that count...maybe that is the problem.
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