DH has just told me that I shouldn't be grumpy! It's Sunday evening, no excuse for being grumpy, and to cheer up.
DH says this, glancing up from the telly, as I lug the 4th pile of ironed clothes upstairs, on my way to bath two children, one of whom (the asthmatic one of course), has a stinking cold and has been up every couple of hours in the night. This is after a weekend of six loads of washing, washed, dried and ironed; several meals cooked, washed up; floors swept; homework done; football matches lost so tearful children; oh, and did I mentioned the child with the stinking cold, who spent yesterday in tears on my lap, and today coughing his little head off.
So, I had a grumpy moment when I realised that the big child hadn't actually touched the shampoo when washing his hair earlier, despite telling me he had, and he still smelt of school from Friday. So I told him to go back in the shower, and do it again.
Apparently, I was grumpy!!!