I hate hormones...
I'm nearly 50....isn't it time to be free of this monthly business? PMS...I'm nagging the kids, fussing because my dear hubby ate all of the Korean pears and I didn't get a single bite of them, and generally grousing about everything. I'm not fit to live with.
I had to go over the next chapter in #1 son's Chemistry book so I can teach it to him next week. Amedeo Avagadro...one smart dude! Brings back memories of high school...and that is NOT making my mood any better, either.
So,....
I've retired to my room for the evening. The cats are with me- they love me no matter what (because I'm the one who feeds them). I'm listening to Andre Bocelli and drinking diet Coke and eating trail mix. The boys keep coming in "just to say Hi" and flopping down on my bed. When a 210 lb giant jumps on your bed, you know it! I've run them out several times now. They want to know what's for supper....heck if I know!! Go ask your dad- you're men! Scrounge!
I must say that Andre Bocelli has a way of lifting the spirits. The romance of his voice- Mmmmm! Makes me want to jump my hubby tonight. I'll tell him he has to make up for eating all those PEARS!
On a brighter note, we dragged the boys to see Cats last night during the deluge. If nothing else, the bad trumpet player gave them something to talk about. The music is OK, the story is strange. We enjoyed Pirates of Penzance much more than Cats. The opera Tosca is coming up, so they will have to endure that, too. We tell them it is for their own good.
Well, not that I've gotten it off my chest, I'm going to do one more read of Dreams Fulfilled chapt 1 and hopefully post it this weekend. There's blank spots in the story outline, but I figure I'll come up with something when I get to that point. I always do.
Take me away, Andrea....
I had to go over the next chapter in #1 son's Chemistry book so I can teach it to him next week. Amedeo Avagadro...one smart dude! Brings back memories of high school...and that is NOT making my mood any better, either.
So,....
I've retired to my room for the evening. The cats are with me- they love me no matter what (because I'm the one who feeds them). I'm listening to Andre Bocelli and drinking diet Coke and eating trail mix. The boys keep coming in "just to say Hi" and flopping down on my bed. When a 210 lb giant jumps on your bed, you know it! I've run them out several times now. They want to know what's for supper....heck if I know!! Go ask your dad- you're men! Scrounge!
I must say that Andre Bocelli has a way of lifting the spirits. The romance of his voice- Mmmmm! Makes me want to jump my hubby tonight. I'll tell him he has to make up for eating all those PEARS!
On a brighter note, we dragged the boys to see Cats last night during the deluge. If nothing else, the bad trumpet player gave them something to talk about. The music is OK, the story is strange. We enjoyed Pirates of Penzance much more than Cats. The opera Tosca is coming up, so they will have to endure that, too. We tell them it is for their own good.
Well, not that I've gotten it off my chest, I'm going to do one more read of Dreams Fulfilled chapt 1 and hopefully post it this weekend. There's blank spots in the story outline, but I figure I'll come up with something when I get to that point. I always do.
Take me away, Andrea....