I feel whiny and tired and achy and irritable and mostly....hormonal. Little things annoy me this week. Like the three year old I live with crying when he sees me walk into the kitchen to grab breakfast at 7:30 because I am not his mommy. What a way to start the day. Maybe I should be more understanding. But that three year old and his mommy ate all my blueberries and nectarines and like I said, I am hormonal. Eh, that's no excuse though. When I come to the hospital, I usually gain a better perspective regarding how good my life is, in general and even on a day to day basis. But this week, it isn't really working. And I am working here all night Saturday. yuck. I need coffee.