The Life and Times

I am having a bad day.
Nothing has gone astronomically wrong, and I have certainly had worse days, but I am tired and cranky and don't really want to have to deal with anything. Right now, the thought of making toast seems insurmountable.
What I wanted to do today was sleep. I knew this would not be an option, as I watch my niece on weekdays, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
Over the past 4 days, I have had a visitor, in the form of my husband, whom I have been separated from for the past 6 months. We stayed at a hotel, visited a few nearby attractions and generally had a good time. We have a very strange relationship, but that is a story for another time.
At any rate, I am tired, worn out. I am at that "need a vacation from my vacation" stage.
What I did not want today was to clean up a gas spill from a gas can that was mysteriously knocked over, either by my niece or the dog, or maybe the devil himself.
I also did not want to go on a treasure hunt through the back yard, dodging dog shit like land mines, looking for the elusive hose attachment.
And I did not want to have to tell my brother's girlfriend that her only pair of tennis shoes were now soaked in gasoline.
But you don't always get what you want, according to Mick Jagger.
The spill is contained, the niece is washed and cleansed of the gas smell, the shoes are in the washer, and I am sitting here having a cup of coffee, reveling in my crankiness.