Stupid crap that makes up my day

I feel totally on edge today. Maybe it's because LB woke up an hour earlier than she has been. All the little things are pissing me off. I was cleaning up dirty dishes left over from yesterday and I tipped over one of her cups, which was still 3/4 full of water... and soaked the nearby garlic. Then, just a few minutes ago I was getting her ready to go out for our morning walk, and she put up an absolute fight about getting a sweater on. She doesn't like her winter jacket either. So I was thinking, ok, I'll put her in a long-sleeved shirt, a warm sweater and then her fall jacket which she likes a lot more. I found a knit hooded sweater that my mom had given me (it had been mine when I was a baby) and it fit LB perfectly. The hood was a little snug around her face, but I wanted that because she refuses to wear hats, so hoods it has to be. She hated it. She's not a fussy baby. She surprises me on a daily basis with just how tough she is. But I guess she's already warm enough inside and then getting all these bulky clothes and getting stuffed like a sausage into her stroller pisses her off. I can totally understand. But I can't deal with it. So we just don't go out. I took off the sweater and put her down for a nap instead. She's not arguing (crying) about it, so maybe she was just tired. I think I've done a really good job about over-heating her when it comes to dressing her, but it's a smidge above freezing out and that calls for more clothes. Period.

I was checking out Neko's blog today and I saw her link to an Esty artist, The Black Apple. And... I love this. Sigh. Right now my most important creative endeavor is getting rid of some of the clutter in our 750 sq ft apartment. With the coming Christmas tree and boxes of decorations, especially. Plus, there's just too much crap. Everywhere.

I guess I just gave myself the solution to my angst-ridden day. Take out all the negative pissy feelings on the crap in our apartment so I'm a ray of sunshine when LB wakes up from her nap.