So help me!

If I hear, "Annette, I need your help for a second!", one more time I will scream. Now just the fact that I rarely, if ever scream...it's amazing I'm even thinking about it. I woke up in a terrible, cranky mood. I think part of my problem was that I woke up the first time at 4AM and I was walking around my room, frantically looking for something. I heard myself saying, "Where is it, where is it, Jesus, I can't find it!" Then I stopped and thought..."What the hell am I looking for?" I must have been dreaming but woke up when I hit the floor. I was freaked out, and my heart was racing. It was terrible. I went back to bed, woke up a half hour later, went to the bathroom and hit the sheets again. I woke up just before my alarm went off and that is never a good sign for me. I knew the second I opened my eyes that I was in a very bitchy mood.

Poor Cliff, I told him to behave today because I was cranky and he kept teasing me because he said I wasn't cranky. Oh, let me tell you...I WAS. At one point I was cleaning up the kitchen. Cliff was in the den and asked for a pair of scissors. I handed them to him and he cut off a plactic tie from his new sneakers. Then instead of throwing it in the trash can by his feet or walking into the kitchen to toss it in that bin, he dropped it through the opening onto the kitchen counter. I sighed this long annoyed sigh and I informed him where the trash cans were. He just laughed and thanked me for educating him on the placement of the trash cans. He then teased me all day about beeing so cranky.

Back to the"Help" part of my story. Today was Nancy's birthday. Cliff decided to cook a homemade meal for her from scratch. If you have ever heard about Cliff's Thanksgiving dishes that he makes you will understand that he needs to be supervised. I kid you not! Two years ago,instead of putting two teaspoons of garlic cloves in the dish he put two teaspoons of cloves. Now cloves are strong stuff especially for a simple potato recipe. OH it was nasty. I was reading his recipe when I saw him put it in and I said....."Wait, what recipe are you making" He said, "the one you have in your hand." I said, "This one doesn't call for cloves...it calls for GARLIC cloves." His response was, "oops!" So, today he was asking me a ton of questions. I was busy trying to get this house in order and we had a new fridge put in and the old one put in the basement to replace the other old fridge that we had the guys remove. I had to take everything out of the fridges and put the frozen stuff in coolers. Then he wanted to go grocery shopping for his cooking supplies before the guys got her with the fridges. I told him not to. I asked him where he thought he was going to put the ice cream he was going to buy. I guess he seemed to think the new fridge would arrive chilled....UGH~ Then he unplugged the cordless phone base when he was using the food processor. Then he couldn't figure out why the phone stopped ringing in the kitchen. I explained why and he plugged it back in but it still wouldn't work....that is because he tripped the ground button and needed to re-set the outlet. LAter I told him while he was simmering his chicken to watch it to make sure it didn't cook down too much. Well, I hear him about 20 minutes later yelling, "Damn it!" He burnt one of the skillets of chicken and all of his onions and sause were a pool of black crust. It was gross. In the end I had to reclean the kitche I had cleaned earlier. It was totally trashed. I mean it was bad. I just didn't want Nancy to come home to find that kitchen in that state. Its bad enough she got a fridge for her birthay...but a messy kitchen on top of that would have been grounds for divorce in my book.