Caught!

This morning I was ill. Not "ill" in the sense of physical health, but the other way: a bad mood.

I'm supposed to be on vacation, but I left my office in a state of complete dis-repair and it's been bugging me. So today I got up with some ambition to do something other than plant things and lie about in the sun reading Jane Austen. But at some point during the breakfast/lunch making time, I became annoyed with Husband for no reason (as I am oft wont to do). So I'm stomping about whining and demanding that he make "direct requests not passive aggressive attempts to get me to do things" when John-John walks inside from playing catch with himself. He says, "Mom, what are you doing?"

I claim not to know what he's talking about.

He says, "Mom, are you throwing a fit?"

I say, "Did Dad tell you that?"

He says, "No, but I think you are throwing a fit at Dad, and that's not very nice."

I laugh but immediately seek the source. Husband sincerely claims not to know anything about this, and I believe him. I decide that I must've really been throwing a fit, and apparently it was no secret to anyone.

Wow.

I used to be able to get away with stuff like that. I may just have to do something drastic.

Like grow up.