Holy irrational irritability, Batman

I know, I know. I’ve already written a post today. Woohoo! Here’s another one!

Y’all, I have no idea what has come over me but I have smacked into the Wall of Irritation. Repeatedly. And out of nowhere. So quickly that the first thing I did after walking out of Joshua’s room tonight was pour a glass of wine. No, I peed first. Then I poured a glass of wine.

(sidenote: I don’t drown my irritation in wine. Please don’t worry. But I do like wine and after being irritated to the point of AAAAAHHHHH this evening, an adult beverage may help tilt my scales a little back to the happy. I hope.)

Anyway, I don’t know what came over me. I’ve had the whole day to myself thanks to my birthday being this Sunday (shameless plug) and my personal (and legal) requirement that my license and car tags be current. I was done with my errands in 2 hours. I was home and in my frump clothes by 10:15 with a hot cup of coffee and a bowl of cheese grits.

I watched an episode of House. I tweeted. I blogged. I checked email.

And then I took a nap.

SWEET!

Only no.

I picked up Joshua from daycare and talked to my cousin on the phone about her upcoming wedding. Seems like an okay day and afternoon and then we get home and Joshua is all “Mama TEE” and I’m all “ZOMG NO MORE OVAL TRACKS!”

(Seriously. I have got to get this kid some more Thomas & Friends Take & Play tracks or my head will explode.)

Here’s the thing about playing trains. It’s cute. I love it. I do. But I love it better when he actually wants to play trains with me.

Tonight? He did not want to play trains with me. He wanted me to play trains by myself while he THOUGHT he was playing trains with me. And trains are not an activity that I’m ordinarily going to choose for myself in my free time.

And for whatever reason? That got me all irrationally annoyed.

I sent the train around the track and made cool “Choo Chooooooo” noises and he crashed another train into mine and giggled and then he giggled some more and walked off to play blocks or groceries. And I stopped playing trains and he heard that the train was no longer going around the track and picked the train up and thrust it into my face insisting “MAMA. TEE.”

So I’d play again. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Until Dan got home and saved me from the madness.

Now?

I just want to hide the train set so I can have a “Mama TEE” break. Just a wee one for a couple of days. Please. Because that felt like I was being broken in a POW camp run by my Tiny Terrorist.