Miss Pissy Pants, would you like some more whine?

Lately, as anyone who has read this blog has probably noticed, I've been more than a little whiny. I've been whiny, needy, tired, angry, pissy and not just on this blog, at home and in life in general. Needless to say, DH hasn't been a happy camper either living with Miss Pissy Pants 24-7.

I think I've gone into a mental and emotional downward spiral and I've been trying to figure out what to do.

The year didn't get off to a great start with Monkey's illness, then my semi-vacation to my cousin's wedding was good but getting there was a nightmare (I missed my flight) and then this latest resolve that we're hunkering down to wait out the housing market didn't help.

Plus, we've come to the conclusion that in order to use what space we have to its maximum potential we'll need to get rid of some cats (we have 4, contemplating dwindling that number to 1). The cats, or the "Girls" as I used to so affectionately call them, were my babies prior to my son's birth but with lil' Monkey in the picture, I haven't been a very good cat mommy. With that in mind and the fact that we're just not comfortable with Monkey crawling around in the massive amounts of hair deposited in our basement by the Girls, we're going to have to make the hard decision to give some of them up. I dread this decision but I understand it's necessary. I'm just going to have to DO IT and never give another thought to where they might be or what happened to them. Or else I'll just drive myself insane.

So I feel somewhat justified in my pissy demeanor. But I've GOT to get out of this somehow. I think I'll have some wine with my whine tonight and go to bed early.