There's an old saying: "My get-up-and-go got up and went."
It doesn't help that every man in the house is grumpy about something. HEY, I'm the only one allowed to have PMS here.
The HH is stressed about work and car.
Frank can't enroll at CC until "2099." Yes, you read that right. They've got a typo in the system and he's been on hold for about 3 days total (he hates "smooth jazz" now) and no one is fixing it.
Ernest's WOW developed a bug. He has tried to reinstall it 4 times, but each time it stops working earlier in the process. And each time he gets angrier.
So they are all in a pissy mood. And I'm tired. [Insert Madeline Kahn song here.] Of noise, of cooking, of being sick, of listening, of trying to think of helpful things to say.
So let me know if you see my get-up-and-go. It's probably at a spa somewhere, having a massage and a martini.