I need a break...

Man these past few days have been really rough. I have been having something along the lines of contractions (think non-stop cramps) they don't hurt, but they are enough to make life uncomfortable, and just crappy. And when momma is in a crappy mood, it gets transfered to everyone else. I don't have patience or anything right now. And it isnt fair to the kids - but its like I *know* that I am being horrible, and I can't really change it. I need a babysitter for me I think, LOL. Then last night I was REALLY REALLY REALLY missing Lale. I think that is hormone/getting ready for this baby related - not saying I dont miss him, because I do, but I mean for it to affect me like this almost out of the blue - I wish I could just blink my eyes and tax season is over, and I have our passports and tickets and everything else I need and be on our way.

Then today I was sitting here downstairs and I hear running water - well Jordan wase taking a bath, so I didn't think much of it, then I realized I heard running water DOWN HERE. I get up, and sure enough, I have a waterfall in my bathroom. I go upstairs and it isn't Jordan making a mess with water like I thought - its the toilet in the master bathroom. (the master bedroom is the room that Jordan, Lana, and Mickey share) It seems the tube that runs into the tank to fill it up has broken, and there is now a mini lake in that bathroom, and all of the overflow is coming through the ceiling in my bathroom. I put Jordan to work turning off the water, and putting towels on the floor, while I go downstairs to clean up the mess in my bathroom. Well it is also coming out of the vents in the storage room, the laundry room and the hallway downstairs. So collectively we get it all cleaned up, and I sit down on the couch and say something to Andre about is the washing machine on because I can't hear it running. Well he is the one that turned it on, but to be sure he goes into the laundry room, and hits pause (we have a front loader) and OPENS THE DOOR. Water and suds EVERYWHERE. I lost it. The child is almost 12 - he knows better. I just wanted to sit down and cry, I was so frustrated. So I made him clean that up, and sent everyone to bed. Now, I am sitting here getting ready to go to bed too. This day needs to end, and hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
Good night.