Every once in awhile I get into these really foul moods. They're nasty too, they consume all around me and it can be a little scary at times. I don't know where they come from, but at times it's quite frequent. My poor Tom. I really think he is a saint especially when I'm in one of the moods. He seems to tolerate it quite well and doesn't let it effect his own state of tranquility. Which is a good thing cause it saves the kids from having only my nastiness around. Speaking of my children...at what age do they start to realize that they should just stay away from mom when she's in one of her moods? I mean when I was a kid I remember avoiding my Cyndee when her mood struck her. I didn't ask for anything or need anything, I became self reliant. But my children don't seem to catch on. When the storm hits they seem to become more persistent in their wants and need for attention, often following me into the other room to ask me questions or something. Don't they understand that for their own safety they should just step away? Anyway, as you can tell, today is one of those mood days. Logically I know I could overcome it, but sometimes you don't want to, you just want to give into the mood. Tomorrow will be better.