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I swear it's like clockwork on this stupid blog: as soon as I write a suzy sunshine post like the one about how thankful I am, then I slip into a funk from which there seems to be no escape.

I am still so grumpy, and I don't think it's all just because our Easter plans got messed up. I am just irritated lately- irritated with our dirty house and smelly trash and the street I need to take being closed and our dirty car and the people at work and the Starbucks cup (decaf still) that is dripping on me every time I take a drink.

(And, no, it's not PMS. Not because I'm pregnant, Wendy! But it's just not the right week for that excuse.)

I'm even getting frustrated with the kids, which makes me feel even crappier. The weather has been so warm that I got out some hand-me-down soccer slides for Henry to wear. He could not manage to keep them on his feet, and when he did he did this shuffle walk- like if he lifted his feet off the ground the shoes would fly right off. I was getting so impatient with him.

I started to tell a friend at work about it (the person who had handed-them-down to us) and before I could even finish the story she said that her son hated those shoes and could never keep them on his feet. So I was chalking it up to Henry's-autism-makes-him-so-uncoordinated, when really the shoes are messed up.

Last night Henry kept saying "I'm sorry mommy." And I don't know why- he hadn't been scolded for anything. I think he could just tell I was mad and figured saying he was sorry would make it better. How sweet and pitiful is that?