Friday had a big blow up with David again.  Ugh!  He just taxes my patience!  Basically, he just got mouthy when I asked him to clean up his mess.  Got a very "in your face" list of how horrible we are, I don't clean up enough around the house, and "Oh Yeah?  What do YOU do around here?"  Boy, that just pushed my buttons.  And I had just had a horrible day myself with customers just yelling at me and not being satisfied with anything I did and then my husband yelled and then my 11 year old son got a real attitude problem.  So it was all I could do to keep from packing my overnight bag, my cell phone and my laptop and going to a hotel for the weekend to get away.  I probably just should have gone.  But he gave me a card, and in it he wrote "Dear Mom, I am sorry for what I did this morning.  I had no right to have talked to you my mother like that.  I am very very truely sorry."  It is a cute little card with a picture of a little bull dog puppy laying down with sad eyes on the front and then inside is printed:  are you still made at me?  David put a "P.S." in front of that sentence.  Rest of weekend went fairly well.  I just don't know what it is.  The weather?  Too hot maybe?  Frying my husband's and son's brains?  Boy, the two of them have been so moody and aggitated lately.  I am avoiding them.  They are driving me nuts.  This has been weeks, off and on.  Like male PMS in stereo.  Ugh!