I mean, first He gives me a perfectly happy, healthy and content baby but has me suffer a very scary case of postpartum depression.
Then He gave me a happy post baby mood to counteract the very cranky 'n colicky spitfire to entertain my days.
Next He decided it was about time to find the next Noah to get to work on that Arc when He had it rain for the ENTIRE summer- thus driving the dogs and Kyra insane which made me a little bit certifiable all over again.
And now? With this daylight savings business? Lydia is getting up REGULARLY at 4:45 in the morning. FOR THE DAY! And, He hasn't even given me the good sense to actually, you know, go to bed at any kind of decent hour knowing my smallest offspring was going to be bright and shiny LOOOONG before the sun.
It's official. God hates me. I think it has something to do with the fact that I find nothing wrong with Gays and Lesbians getting hitched.
Yep, that's totally the reason.