It was not a good day for me. Yesterday, on the other hand was great and so I'll write another post about it later. But as for today, not so hot.
So, you are wondering did something bad happen, some tragedy strike? Not exactly. I just have a severe case of PMS this month!
Seriously!
There are months when my moods barely fluctuate throughout the month, but then there are (thankfully not as many) months like this one. When I feel like my nerves are on the outside of my skin. When I wanted to ram the back end of the car in front of me that was going to slow and even thought that if the guy on the motorcycle behind me hit me and flipped his bike, he would deserve it for following me too closely.
And poor hubby. I know he was tired tonight and maybe a bit curt in his reply, but he's having to live with a psychopath today so maybe he has right.
I know It's my hormones when I don't like the way he drinks! Yes, I said it, I found the way he was drinking so annoying that I left the room.
Yesterday I was on edge but it was just enough to actually help me get some things accomplished. I used to love days like that when I had my desk job. On those days, I got so much accomplished! I didn't care what anyone said, I wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I could have run the company alone on those days... but then they get replaced by these days when everything bothers me. Days like today.
My son shaking his leg during the talk at our church, my dog licking himself, the way-to-loud music in the tanning place (I could hear it with my headphones on and a fan blowing on me!) even the fact that I can't figure out how to
getting rid of blackheads at the age of 40+ - it was all making me insane.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention what happened when I went to the tanning bed. Go ahead, tell me how bad it is for me. I decided I didn't care a few weeks ago. It's not that I love the tan look, it's just that it's cold, gray, and depressing here. I just wanted to spend a few minutes with warmth and sun on my body, faux that it might be. Either that or stay in bed 24-7. I opted for the former.
Anyway, I was in there all of 20 minutes. In that time my phone rang
6 times!! 4 of them were from my home. It seems the world really does fall apart when I take 20 minutes to myself.
Which reminds me of the episode of The Middle a few weeks ago when the mom turned off her cell phone and locked herself in the bathroom for 15 minutes and in that time chaos ensued.
That was exactly what happened to me! My son couldn't find his ankle brace, hubby didn't know if he should buy meat from the guy with the freezer in his truck that showed up at the door, and a friend had to make sure I received the message she left earlier in the day.
Finally, every one is in bed but me and the dog who is now looking at me wanting to go out and potty - wouldn't you know it, someone else needs something!