Relative Crankiness: Rising, with scattered outbursts expected throughout the day.
And now for a brief venting from your mother...
To Isaac: I don't care if you don't want to go to the doctor and then to physical therapy. Truthfully, I'd rather not be sitting in the bumper to bumper traffic in this weather in a car with no AC to get you to your appointments but this is what has to happen so shut up.
To Calypso: I am sorry you are not feeling well and had to come home from school. It does not give you permission to scream at people so shut up.
To Diana: Don't even open your mouth unless it is to thank your father, your grandmother, and me profusely for the extended generosity and hard work to get you to college and keep you there. Your recent performance and decisions do not leave room for even the slightest hint of entitled behavior so shut up.
Times like these make me remember my grandfather's stern warning to me when I misbehaved as a kid.
Girl, you'd better straighten up or I'm gonna cloud up and rain all over you!