Sunshine and Lollipops

We are moving out of state in a week and I have a flip that looks like this:

Ok, those are actually adorable pictures that E took when she hijacked my phone earlier.  And they show a rosy picture of this evening that maybe isn't true to life. :)  

"Summer" started for B and E on Wednesday, which meant that today I was trying to be mama and rehabber at the same time, and doing neither well.  Between the timeline pushing into my move (I really don't see how it can be market ready in 7 days), the girls being total jerks to each other, and the general stress of current life, I was the jerk by the end of the day.  Not proud.  Aside from me yelling at B for yelling at E (where do they learn it?!), I also found myself anti-relaxing on social media and getting exceptionally snarky about ridiculous things.  I wanted to be better than this giant stressball that I've become, but I'm not.  I did manage to snap out of it with some wine, a walk, good neighbors, a hot shower, and a jamberry pedicure.  I mean, if that arsenal of goodness couldn't change my attitude, nothing could.

Side rant, because this is my blog and blogs are where side rants go.  A lot of people know that my personal irk is hearing/seeing people post things about children being "such a boy"  (this is typical of what alerts me that I'm having a bad day: scary mommy, twinscities) when really they're just kids.  Case in point - I mentally tagged out at some point this evening and laid down on the kitchen floor.  Lillian disagreed.  "NAND UP! NAND UP!" Which I didn't (stand up).  At which point she takes her diaper off and starts jumping around my head.  Boy thing to get junk in your face from a diaper free kid?  Or toddler thing?  And what about...

Catching toads/lizards?  All over it.

Jumping, climbing, embracing danger?  Check.

Playing in dirty things?  Nailed it.

This is a tame version of the messes they usually find!

Loving legos (and video games, and TV)?  Oh yea.

Anyway, you may say I'm too sensitive (The Hubster did once.  He regrets it.) or maybe you'll say that I don't understand because I only have girls.  Perhaps.  (There was a fantastic article that nailed my perspective, but I can't find it.)  Basically, when you say things like that it translates in my head as "Girls don't do that stuff," which they totally do.  And I hear it from the strongest women I know, which makes it so baffling.
*Addendum to rant*
I realized that this also correlates really strongly with feelings I have about adults.  Why are poker nights, watching sporting events at the bar, doing yard work, and golfing "men" things?  I like all of these and more!  It makes me irate (really, truly irate) when these things are occurring and I can't partake because of my gender.

PS - I know why they're "men" things.  It's because men like to get away without women.  And vice versa.  That is why I grudgingly accept it.

This post is not the Facebook world, where we get to portray ourselves exactly like we want and not how we are.  I am Sasha Fierce right now.  I'm not Life of the Party, or Doting Mama, or Good Catholic, or any of the other things the snapshots show.  I'm a lean, mean, get-shit-done machine who is likely to freak out at any second.  Hopefully the balance will come back soon.  Hopefully the people around me will forgive my lapse of social graces. :)