My hormones are raging and when that happens one little blue pill is not enough to keep the PMDD beast locked away in the basement
Flooby Nooby Cristin, who is without a doubt one of THE FUNNIEST bloggers around, gave me a Happy 101 award. She said my posts make her happy. Which is a damn good thing cause I'm not feeling the happiness these days. But it's good to be reminded that sometimes I can bring a smile.
Just not this week.
My Ovaries, My Ovaries, why have you forsaken me?
I've been trying to collect my award with grace and appropriate modesty. Because that's what it deserves. But I just can't get it together. I can't turn my frown upside down. I can't shake this feeling.
Just have to wait for it to pass...
This morning Mia was on the verge of one of her meltdowns. Had something to do with wanting to paint her nails black instead of getting dressed and eating breakfast. And absolutely NOTHING in the 6 dresser drawers and 2 baskets of clean laundry was acceptable. She tried on 3 pairs of jeans before one felt OK.
She's got issues. She's difficult
And it takes all my energy to hold it together and speak in a calm voice and not snap at her. Cause if I hold it together, she can hold it together. I see her trying so hard to not LOOSE HER SHIT when she feels like NOTHING IS RIGHT. And then it passes. And I walk her to school and stay calm and she's able to kiss me goodbye and walk into the building.
Which is quite an improvement from the way it was a few months ago. Several mornings a week she would be clinging and sobbing and crushing me with her Mia Death Grip. And the aides would have to peel her off me and take her to class.
THAT sucked the big one.
Then, as Bruce was running out the door, he says and why do they think they can leave all their stuff lying around like this? why don't they ever pick up their shit
What he's really saying is Chica, you shouldn't have to do all this
But what I hear is you haven't done a very good job teaching them to be responsible and respectful and neat and tidy
I kept my mouth shut thankfully but oooh the shit that was going through my head and beating on the back of my teeth screaming let us out!
I have really strong teeth
the universe is abundant
Bruce calls me later. Chica, next week when I'm off, I want you to just stay in bed and I'll get the kids off to school. I can always go back to sleep if I need to.
He's a good guy.
But I'm still aggravated. Still waiting for this mood to pass. It's giving me a headache. I ate 3 fortune cookies, a cup of coffee, and half a xanax for lunch but I still feel like my head's gonna explode can't imagine why.
Dammit those fortunes just sucked.
And where's the rest of my sidebar? What the fuck is up with Blogger?
the bathrooms are dirty
the bedrooms are dirty
we have guests coming for the weekend
Haiti is... Haiti is...
I am so not happy today
Next Tuesday the clouds will lift
That made me happy.