I SO wish this was a word that described my life at this moment, but, alas, it does not. Usually at this time of year, I am a very happy person: the weather has cooled, the bugs are gone, and life is slower. This year, I have two of the three and the one I REALLY wait for is not happening.
For some reason, we have been plagued with wasps in our house for the past month. I am close to paralyzed with fear whenever I see one of the buggers, so life hasn't been too easy for me lately. After every day/night of 40* or below temps, I think we're done with the damn things. After we get snow, I think we're done with the damn things. After not seeing any for a few days, I think we're done with the damn things. And I have been wrong every. single. time. Today I had another one in the breakfast nook. To say I am NOT CALM, is putting it mildly.
This is NOT what my life is like right now: