Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Blah blah blah blah
Creative juices sucking out of my body.
Oh yeah. And the monthly visitor is here.
Maybe that is the problem. Ok. Just take "maybe" out of the sentence and re-read it.
Bleah. I HATE this time of month. I feel zapped of all energy and emotion because I used all of those emotions up the week before when I was raving crazed lunatic bi**h. Seriously. I told Ace that I do believe I have crossed over from PMS to some sort of super-heightened hormonal state ... some gargantuan mood swing state of mind that nobody in their right mind would ever choose to be around me when I am there.
Have you ever seen the Roseanne episode where they are all trying to deal with Roseanne's PMS? I remember it.... very vividly. I used to laugh about it. Now I don't.
PMS or pre-menopause, who knows? I was blessed to have started these monthly rituals at the age of nine. Nine, people. That is going on close to 30!!! years of this. Seriously, I'm done with it.
I remember when my Mom would have these terrible mood swings, and I would make flip comments like "man... are you going through the change or WHAT?"
yeah. That's not so funny now.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 7:33 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Whatever happened to just good old fashioned getti...
I want to watch the Freakin' Lizard!
Daily Docket Doozies
Our Farmer's Market
All Hail, The Mayor of Chalktown
Stupid Decision # 1,452,600
Methinks the hawks are following us
Dinner and a movie
and a sense of style....
Timing is everything
7 Comments:
Go back to sleep my sweet..
the cases can wait..
and your children want to live..
shoot, I'm not even working. I'm just surfing as usual.
I could take a shower....
The only thing that keeps me sane during "that time" is my mantra.
"Gonna have cute kids, gonna have cute kids".
Then it'll all be worth it.
Go have a nice hot bath, that's what I love, it so takes the pain away. For a bit anyway. Hope your day gets a little better. :)
I'm done having kids so that shit can just go away. Can you say "elective hysterectomy"? I wish.
blooming hormones! Don't talk to me about them! Sssshhhh.....and relax and breathe....
Hey sister..I'll refer you to Owens, if you will put in a good word for Aleta at BM.
K?
K!
The older I get, the more hormonal I am. I can't believe the things I say to my poor dear loved ones, how snippy I've become. I hate to see how much worse I become.
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