Old and Cranky

Am I just old and cranky? I don't think I am, but I really feel like it sometimes.  Let me explain.   Every week there are a few TV shows that I really like to watch, and I look forward to them. (That right there makes me sound old - I picture myself sitting in an old recliner with my hand firmly gripping the remote.)  And I like to watch my shows alone, with complete quiet - no distractions.  One of these shows is the Real Housewives of New Jersey. I am embarrassed to admit that, but full disclosure and all that.  Every week I tell myself I'm not going to watch it anymore, but every week I seem to be drawn to the TV at a certain time and to a certain channel. What can I say - I'm weak.  But about the old and cranky thing - I have a child who loves to make noise. I don't know why. He's a happy child. And a noisy child (he's really a 22 year old adult - - but he's my child.)   And he seems to take great pleasure in making the dog bark . . . and bark . . . and bark . . . at the exact time I want complete quiet and no distractions. He does it on purpose. I give him dirty looks, but to no avail. He seriously enjoys making me mad. I know he does.  And I get cranky. And I want to yell at him and ban him from the house. And then I remember it's just a TV show . . . And he is my child whom I love beyond words.  And what a horrible mother I must be for wanting him to swallow a whole bottle of benadryl right now.

So, old and cranky??  You be the judge.