Jan 27 2009
With PMS on the Side - Tuesday Randomness
Giveaway. Nuff said.
Thanks to the Wii, I now feel like I reside in a bowling alley. Even my two year old walks around shouting, “Yeah, baby!”any time he hears the sound of crashing pins. I should start charging my children shoe rental fees.
If I live in a bowling alley, I should be able to eat nachos on a 24 hour basis.
I feel like a walking Midol commercial today, except for the fact that I don’t actually ever take Midol and don’t even know if it works. But really that’s just a technicality, my misery right now would be very convincing. “Cramping, bloating, and back pain? Does this always happen to you?”
I may not be the best mother for letting my youngest watch Jurassic Park this morning, while I sat in the recliner sipping my coffee and wallowing in self pity. Although, in my defense, I did cover his eyes when the T-Rex ate the lawyer.
Last night, after walking in to my daughters’ bedroom for the third time, I turned to my husband and said, “It must be the PMS, I can’t even remember why I went in there.” He looked up at me and said, “PMS, that explains a lot.” Which is not altogether a PMS friendly statement, so I promptly shanked him.
Okay, I didn’t really shank him, but we did watch a documentary on the local jail system, which kind of put me in a shanking frame of mind.
It also made me happy to be a law abiding citizen, except for that time I drove through a toll without paying. Shh, don’t tell anyone.
Today is my husband’s 37th birthday, when I met him he was only 21. I really don’t know how he got so old, he’s closer to 40 than 30, and since in my mind I’m still 18, he is clearly a cradle robber. The perv.
I should try to will myself out of bed and bake him something in honor of his big day…or I could just serve him some ice-cream.
PMS is like a get out of jail free card, except I have to feel like road kill for the better part of the week. It’s not quite the trade-off I was looking for.
Stupid nature and it’s uncomfortable biological processes.
I’m right there with you this week. I hate using it as an excuse, but PMS is definitely REAL. I have to be extra sweet to compensate for the extra nastiness I feel. I know you’ll get up and do something special for your hubby…that doesn’t involve a shank. Funny post.
Davida