I adore my family. I really really do. But when Calvin's piss poor mood coincides with Marie's piss poor mood, it is a matter of an OVERDOSE of like personalities crapping all over my evening. The two of them can set each other off in a matter of SECONDS, and when they, individually, weren't in great moods to begin with, it's only a matter of time before exposure to one another descends their moods into the pit of shit.

I made dinner. Neither of them liked it (four cheese pasta (Fontaine, Gorgonzola, Romano, Parmesan) with a cracker crumb topping and garlic bread, and to heck with their plebeian taste buds anyway). Marie brought Portia in from outside, Calvin commented about how the dog has been a pain in the ass this evening (hovering, wouldn't lay down, getting underfoot), Marie huffed a mighty huff and stomped upstairs with the dog and slammed her bedroom door. Calvin huffed and declared he was going to bed and stomped off into the bedroom. At 7:30.

So. Marie's in her room, Calvin's in ours, and I'm left sitting in the living room, once again the ONLY PERSON IN A GOOD MOOD.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Labels: home, wtf

Posted by Laura on Monday, November 26, 2007 at 7:38 PM | Permalink