Retreats into a blanket fort

Lets see:

• Around 6am someone was walking up and down our street, having a very loud, expletive-laden argument with themselves. The Madwoman said she got a good look at them during one of their laps, and yeah, they were shouting to themselves.
• Last night involved stress nightmares, oh yay.
• The pest control people came by today to do an extra treatment for ants, because there has been a small but steady trickle of them since Friday. (This is why we have a pest control service. Ants are an anxiety trigger for the Stroppy One.)
• In the course of walking around outside with the pest control guy, the Stroppy One discovered that we almost certainly have a leak in a water pipe. Probably the same one that had a leak in a different place LAST year. 
• Thanks to assorted minor nibbled-by-ducks things in email and Slack this morning, I had to hit the ground running for work this morning.
• I also mixed up a work schedule thing, thinking it was happening next week: Tuesday starts at 9am for a big virtual conference the company is giving. (I’m not presenting anything, but I’m watching to make sure I don’t get caught off guard by anything PMs say are upcoming features.) And Wednesday starts at 8am because of a certification course. 
• A last minute “please please can you generate some content about this new ‘minor’ feature that we’re demoing to a customer next week” request from a PM. I pushed back hard, outlined exactly what minimal content they’re getting, and then indulged in back-channel snark with my #1 best trainer. We are making plans to make sure they never try this nonsense again. (On the plus side, my boss has my back 100% and is impressed with how I’m handling this.)

I hate EVERYTHING right now.