What I meant to say, I guess, is that I had a hard day and wasn't very nice to some people.
I was sarcastic, and a little rude, and huffy. Not like me, really.
My husband woke me up in the night because he was worried about me after he read my little post about not being nice any more. He thought I was making a statement of sorts.
So, no. I haven't turned to the dark side, honey.
I think I'm frustrated about my work. I don't hate it, but it's not really my cup of tea. I would much rather be doing something else, and I'm trying to figure out how to do something else soon, but it's not happening for me soon enough.
Also, my house is a wreck, my kids are starting school soon and I missed most of their summer because I was at work. And I have so many other fun things I would rather do for these 9 or so hours a day that I am here. :)
(A side note: I am very grateful to have work when so many others don't).
Ah well, life moves forward and I will endeavor to not let the hard days make me hard.