Cabin Fever + Toddler Mood Swings = Facebook

Today was one of those days.

I thought about what it would take to make me feel better, and I decided that the only cure for the pulsing demons called Whine and Mess that had taken up residence inside my skull would be to have an elephant stand on my head.

Unpleasantness reigned in our house today. There was mess everywhere, cranky children, boredom and no chocolate because I ate the last of the Peanut MnM's last night. Bad combination. I had no motivation to get anything done and no patience for the constant low hum of whining coming from every breathing being in the joint, myself included.

Once, I screamed just to scare the daylights out of everyone so that they would all start wailing instead of whining. I find the crying more tolerable. The result was like how I imagine it would feel to stick your head in a bucket of water if it were on fire.

So after the chaos of noise and clutter filling the floor, and with the better part of the day looming in front of me like a big, black rain cloud, I reactivated my Facebook account. I'm not sure why, exactly. It seemed like an appropriate thing to do at the time. Distract myself, perhaps. Stir up some trouble, maybe. Spy on people since I'm the only person who blogs with the frequency of a friendless, pathetic loser. Also, I have only left the house twice this week. My world has shrunk and maybe I was trying to break free.

I think tomorrow I shall take a mental health day, otherwise I might join MySpace and E-Harmony.com.