Who Me? Crabby?

Don't know why? Maybe it is hormonal, maybe it is stress, maybe I am just getting cranky and old.

I do know that I realized it myself about a week ago.

It seems to be more than crabby, it is moody and ultra sensitive and then straight to frustration and anger.

I have thrown things, kicked inanimate objects that dare to defy me, and cried for less than no reason.

All this right after I came to the realization that my husband has been in a fantastically great mood for the past couple months - cheerful, sensitive to my needs, attentive to me - which of course now just pisses me off royale.

Road rage to the inth degree seems to be a daily event in my life now. My husband made the comment after me driving us somewhere this weekend that I seemed to more irritated than usual on the road, in fact I have been for the past month or so.

I couldn't argue with him or even deny it. He wasn't being mean, just concerned. What was my answer? I cried.

Which just makes me madder.

I am taking three days off next week to find some respite. When I say "take off" - this will truly be time off.

In the 2 1/2 years I have been at my job, I have been completely "off work" twice (without updating internal websites daily while sitting in a hotel, responding to emails, etc.).

Once when I went to Mexico and once when I had surgery.

I don't think the organization as we know it will crumble to ruins without me for three days. I seriously doubt anyone will notice my absence to be frank.

What am I doing? Well I am going on a little road trip. Off to middle Ohio to do some super dooper outlet shopping and stop by the best foodie spot in the country - Jungle Jim's - in Cincinnati on my way back.

I debated going by myself. I have done road trips by myself and they can be very therapeutic. But my mother's birthday is next week, as is my grandmother's. I thought she could use a little pick-me-up as well, so I decided to treat her to an overnight road trip.

She has been sad about me moving farther away from her so this might help her with withdrawal pains, or make her so sick of me she won't miss me for awhile :-)

Now I am counting down the days, hours, minutes...