I wanted a patio, and now the dog rolls in the dirt left over from the construction and gets covered in the gray dye dust left over from the decorative border and tracks that crap into my house every single time he goes outside, which is roughly 862 times a day.
I waited all summer for the school year to start, so that I had one less kid in my house all day. Now I am already sick of waking up early to make sure she is ready on time and don't even get me started on homework, which is far more work for the parent than the child.
I was super excited for Jack to start walking, and now I am sick of him getting into everything, everywhere.
I couldn't wait until Jack turned 1 and we could quit buying formula and switch to whole milk. Now, I am sick of having to keep two gallons of milk in my already cramped fridge.
I look forward to going to Lori's house to swim on Wednesdays, but when I go I am utterly exhausted from having to watch the boys so closely.
I love going out with the girls for our weekly get-together, but I hate how tired I am the next day.
I was thrilled to get the laundry done this weekend, but now I have nothing to do today.
I wanted a job for extra money, but now if the boys nap at the same time I have to work instead of watching DVR-ed Law & Order SVU.
If my Diet Coke can is half empty, I don't see it as half full.
I hate our poorly manicured front lawn, but I am not willing to get off my butt and do anything about it.
Basically, I have come to the realization that I am never, ever happy. Sucks, don't it.