Yesterday was a good day.
Until we went to Wal-Mart.
I had to pick up groceries, etc. Dave took all three kids and wandered around the store while I shopped for the food. I saw a couple of people I knew. No big deal.
When I found Dave, the kids were still good. We headed toward the front of the store, and all of a sudden, I snapped.
It was so weird.
It was like Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. I just lost it. I didn't want to talk to anyone, not even the cashier. I was snapping at Dave and the kids.
We got into the car, and I realized the life had been sucked out of me at Wal-Mart.
Dave felt similarly, but he didn't snap.
I think it was a combo of seeing people I know when I just want to be anonymous, having to be nice when I don't feel like it, being ravenously hungry, and having to excuse my wiggly children from every passerby.
I also think the evil-o-meter is pretty high right now, probably orange threat level. That might have had something to do with it too.
Dare I say, "I've become a homebody?"