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.
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.
Whatever happened to just good old fashioned getti...