Sorry, we've run out of peace & quiet. Can I get you something else?

I'm not the most patient person I know (my Sis is soooo much better!) and my fuse can sometimes be somewhat short. But yesterday it was non-existent and I could barely rein in the temper.

I was supposed to go climbing with friends in the morning but didn't feel up to it. Thought to myself that a lazy Sunday holed up at home would be good. If only I had known better... Sigh :(

For some reason, I was in a mood (I rarely ever get into one. Ask my sister.) and I was so irritable the slightest noise made my ears ring and my head like someone's trying to separate the left and right hemispheres.

On an unfortunate day as this, my loud nephew was there and being his usual self he was screaming and shouting most of the time. Toys laid strewn all over the living room floor. The puppy, when let out, ran excitedly around your legs so you could barely walk without kicking her. (That's her usual self too. I suppose everyone was, except me.) The bastard prancing around like a king. The air-conditioning repairman doing his job. My aunt and mum chatting happily away. In summary, the house was as clamorous as it could be. There was nowhere I could hide away from everything. The sounds reverberated and seemed to fortify in our small flat. I tried reading/taking a nap in the room I shared with sis, but the door hardly kept out any of the racket and people (mum, sis and nephew - since he follows her around) moved in and out of the tiny room.

I almost always immediately feel bad after I've snapped at someone and yesterday was no exception, especially considering the number of times I blew up. I'm sorry for my horrid behaviour. Terribly regretted not going climbing.

Anyway, it was in the plans to inaugurate the oven mum bought while we were away, so Sis and I went out to buy the ingredients we lacked for baking. A few minutes after leaving the house my head felt like it had cleared a little. And sweet Sis tried to talk me out of THE mood. I wondered if I could blame it on PMS. (Though I don't usually experience much of the mood swing-y kind. And this, if it was due to that, would be one of the worst cases I've ever had!)

Baking was slightly therapeutic. Maybe cos I kept myself busy in the kitchen. Luckily the cakes turned out ok. After that, all I wanted was to rest/watch tv until it was time to go to bed. With the dread of the approaching work week, Sunday nights are always depressing times for me.

I was worn out. So, when the puppy decided the cup of water my sister poured me was tasty, I broke and bawled my eyes out. (Over a cup of water!?! Can you imagine that?!?!) And pleaded for my sister to take the puppy out of the room.

All I would like was some peace & quiet. Was it unreasonable?