Can I get a do-over?

I need to vent. Can I do that for a minute? Even if no one wants to hear my negativity, I have to get this out so I can move on with my life.

Yesterday was a tough one for me. Mike and I were at odds and hadn't had time to really talk in several days. Before we went to bed, we aired our issues and hugged it out, so all was well with the world again.

But at dinner last night, I'd had too much iced tea and I was WIDE awake after our late night pow-wow.

I haven't stayed up that late in ages. I guess I have stayed up past my bedtime a handful of times, when we've gotten together with friends, but never on my own, at home. I finally fell asleep around 1:00 after getting in and out of bed to do things around the house because I was SO awake and antsy.

Oh wait, I had planned on venting about TODAY. But those of you still reading need some background.

I woke up at 6:00 and couldn't fall back to sleep. This was not a good thing, considering I'm an 8-9 hour-a-night sleeper. 5 hours does not make for a nice or happy mama. But I did my best to put on a smile and not take my caffeine accident out on my kids.

First thing in the morning, some guys came to build the scaffolding that is required to rip apart my house over the next month. (14 of our 17 windows leak, so they'll be removing stucco, replacing windows, repairing dry wall and interior paint and basically tearing apart my home and my life until just days before Ryan's 5th birthday party. They promised to be done with all but the exterior paint on 6/17 and the party will be 6/20. I'm not usually one to bite my nails, but...)

We went off to a play date for a couple of hours and came home to a hot house. Our temperature is always set between 79-81 degrees, but the thermostat said 83 and the A/C wouldn't stop running. Then it was 84. Soon it was 85 and completely unbearable. I felt the air coming out of the vents and it wasn't even cold. Lovely.

I called the head honcho in charge of my house, then the foreman, but I couldn't get a hold of anyone so I found the only English-speaking worker outside and asked him to figure out why my air wasn't working. Apparently they shut off the A/C for a minute earlier in the morning and forgot to turn it back on. Thanks, guys.

Right about that time, Kaylin peed on the kitchen floor. (?!?!?) At least it was on the tile, I suppose...

The house cooled down over the next hour (it was 105 outside, after all) and I put the kids down for a nap. Time for ME to catch some Z's, too!

But just as my head hit the pillow, I heard what sounded like a chain saw. Coming through my bedroom wall. It wasn't really coming through the wall, but it sounded just as close! Believe it or not, I was so tired, I actually fell asleep through all the racket. Until they started banging on the house with a hammer to remove the dry wall. That was my alarm clock.

It was so loud in the house that I couldn't even veg in front of the t.v. - I couldn't hear it! So once the kids woke up (Ryan never fell asleep and Kaylin was awake as soon as they moved around the house to chainsaw her outside walls) I threw everyone in the car and went to the gym.

My workout was lame because my stomach suddenly felt like I'd inhaled a gallon of water. It was an odd feeling and definitely not one that encouraged a workout. So I left.

By this time, I was spent. My patience was gone, my attitude was horrible and my stomach hurt. Thank goodness we had leftovers in the fridge for dinner or I'd have served cereal. Oh wait, we're out of cereal...so it was a really good thing we had leftovers!

The one bright spot in my day was that Mike brought me 18 roses when he came home. I haven't gotten flowers in quite a while, so that was a huge treat. Thanks, honey!

I guess I was also pretty thrilled when I figured out how to use Photoshop tonight, but now I'm feeling limited because there's SO much you can do and I only have a teeny bit of information. It's very restricting.

Did I mention that Kaylin peed right in front of the toilet as we were getting everyone ready for bed? What's that about? I begged Mike to take over from there because I had truly had it. I was done. And now it's time to sit and watch the American Idol finale before collapsing into bed and waking up to hike with my neighbor at zero-dark-thirty.

I'm so glad this day is almost over.