Kids + PMS Day 1
Maybe day 2. I can't ever seem to verbalize how bad my PMS is so I'll record it so my doctor will at least get to see something clear. Usually I just tell him that I PMS for 2 weeks and am mean and hate my husband and kids.
This brings me to a point. I don't really hate my husband or my kids when I pms. I don't truly hate anything. Hate is one of those words up there with the N bomb. They bug the shit out of me with their talking and needing stuff and being all kid like and junk.
On days I would normally not take their shenanigans personally, today I'm pissed at them for doing their normal everyday stuff on purpose. I have to impose time outs on myself for being ridiculous and to keep myself for losing my shit with them for no real reason.
I was ok this morning. All I wanted to do in the world was get the side table cleaned up. You see this is the stuff place. This is were junk and stuff go to die b/c I eventually clean that table and the junk and stuff gets thrown away. I ended up playing pirate mummy with Wyatt. For an entire hour I got to sneak 2 or three things off the table where I could b/c we had to go check all 2 rooms/kitchen and under the dining room table for the enemy. I finally gave up and cleaned the kids room where Wyatt serenaded me with his Rocky Roll Mummy Pirate (I Love You) song for 45 minutes. It should have been cute but I'm pissed b/c it is stuck in my head now. All. Day.
This brings me to a point. I don't really hate my husband or my kids when I pms. I don't truly hate anything. Hate is one of those words up there with the N bomb. They bug the shit out of me with their talking and needing stuff and being all kid like and junk.
On days I would normally not take their shenanigans personally, today I'm pissed at them for doing their normal everyday stuff on purpose. I have to impose time outs on myself for being ridiculous and to keep myself for losing my shit with them for no real reason.
I was ok this morning. All I wanted to do in the world was get the side table cleaned up. You see this is the stuff place. This is were junk and stuff go to die b/c I eventually clean that table and the junk and stuff gets thrown away. I ended up playing pirate mummy with Wyatt. For an entire hour I got to sneak 2 or three things off the table where I could b/c we had to go check all 2 rooms/kitchen and under the dining room table for the enemy. I finally gave up and cleaned the kids room where Wyatt serenaded me with his Rocky Roll Mummy Pirate (I Love You) song for 45 minutes. It should have been cute but I'm pissed b/c it is stuck in my head now. All. Day.