Don't be grumpy Mom

I was driving back home after dropping Montgomery off at school today, and I hear Samantha from the backseat. “Don’t be grumpy Mom.”

Ouch.

I *have* been grumpy this morning, I realize. Montgomery drug his heels getting out of bed (he stayed up way to late Wednesday night reading, and didn’t get to sleep until almost 11 last night). He spent almost 30 minutes in the bathroom, and then didn’t have lunch money -although I gave him enough on Monday to last all week – we’re going to have to have an accounting talk later today about that. Traffic was the usual horrid dash into town and over the bridge. And I’d fussed at Samantha for … I don’t even remember what.

But I also don’t want to be grumpy mom. So I slapped a smile and my face and said “OK Samantha, I won’t be grumpy today.”

I won’t be. Even if it kills me.