You know, one of those days when nothing feels like it's going right, even though nothing's really going terribly wrong?

I'm tired, I'm headachy, I have my period, my car won't start (not unusual when it's cold) and I can't get a ride, somebody used my big bath towel (dammit, it's pink because it's Mom's! Don't touch!) and left it in a soggy heap on the floor, my fancypants phone is being an slowpoke-y asshole...

None of these things are horribly awful in and of themselves, it's just... all together, it makes me want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head until sometime on Thursday.

I'm not exactly depressed, but I'm not exactly not, either. I feel like this a lot. Mostly I suck it up and paste on a smile until it feels like a real smile, but today... I just don't want to. I want to whine and feel sorry for myself. Unfortunately, kids will start coming home in an hour, and they're good kids, but I'm the mom, so I'm practicing that smile to see if I can make it real by then.

Also, it's totally a cliché, but I want a huge chunk of chocolate and a big bag of cheese flavoured chips, and I can't get them because a) no car, and b) no money.