Holiday Blu.. I mean Greys

Blah.
If I don't see sunlight soon I may scream.
I normally don't mind grey days and absolutely love the rain, but man, I am draggin' (and a dragon, if you ask my boys).
Maybe it's short-timers' (the hubby and the kid will be here SOON). Or maybe I really was about to fall off the steep side of reality, but today was the pits and I stated several times that I just couldn't take another thing. I about melted in my driveway over being late for a birthday party while my kids just held their breath (all except Miss Ky--the fact that her mother was in the front seat about to have a nervous breakdown was lost on her and she screeched on as normal).
All day yesterday I kept thinking how relieved I was that it was Friday and I wouldn't be doing school runs for TWO WHOLE days. However, today we got in the car at 9:15 to take J2 to his Carol Service rehearsal and came home at 5:30 --after getting lost twice, going to the wrong place for a birthday party and having to drive 20 minutes home to get the invitation (and 20 minutes to the right place), grocery shopping, etc--
The real kicker was picking up my mail. Our base is an hour away from where we live, so I don't go to the Post very often. I go enough that they don't send my mail back (which is around 10 days). So my cards that I was so thrilled to get out (about half of what I normally send)... all came back to me. For some reason, our lovely USPS didn't think 41¢ was enough for a dinky little envelope. Nope, they do measurements now-- which is great for people who can actually be served by a face, but with my schedule that is impossible. My cards are small, I don't get it.

You know, I once heard about a man that whenever asked, "How are you?" his reply was "This is my best day yet!"
I want to be that person, I really do. I want my kids to remember me as the mom who laughed a lot, but lately they just see a babbling idiot in the front seat of a car (which really isn't THAT far from laughing I guess).
So, if you're feeling less-than-special because my long-awaited hand-crafted card isn't showing up at your door, I'm sorry. I'm having my grey-ist day yet! This would be soooo much funnier if you could hear it being said by my little boys with the Norfolk accents they've acquired.