Look out!! PMS coming at ya hard core!!

Wow...

Yeah, PMS hit me upside the head hard today. I figured it was getting close yesterday but today it's a definite.

Despite the fact that I got plenty of sleep, I woke up pissy. I did NOT want my husband to come loving up on me while I was making breakfast and, honestly, I didn't miss him after I went back to bed.

After my nap, we were watching Deep Impact. A movie I've seen countless times. Suddenly, I'm tearing up and bawling at all the good bye scenes. The scene where the girl is running after the boy as he leaves for safety on the bus? Yeah, if I hadn't wanted to look like a total goofball in front of my husband, I'd've been bawling my eyes out. "No, Leo! Don't go!!"

Chris came home with a note saying he didn't finish his spelling work so the teacher sent home the paper for homework. No paper in the backpack. No problem. I call the teacher, get the words, find Chris' writing tablet and set him down to finish it.

While I'm doing this, the fire-breathing Bitch Monster rears her destructive don't-you-look-at-me-like-that-or-I'll-rip-you-to-pieces head. I give my husband fair warning and he already responds like I'm bitching at him. Bubba, you ain't seen nothin' yet. I told him that I wasn't trying to come across as bitching at him & that I was honestly trying to give him fair warning. He understood and said he'd stay out of my way. I said, "While simultaneously doing the impossible by knowing what I want you to do and doing it without my having to ask." Two minutes later, he's out poop scooping. Good husband.

"And you," I said, rounding on my son, "do not ask me any questions you already know the answers too." A favorite past time of his. I sat him down to start his homework.

The thing is, that while Bitch Monster is chewing her way through the carnage (i.e., bitching someone out), the cool & calm inner self is flinching at what I just said & cautioning against what I'm about to say. The outer self, though, is registering what I'm being told but really doesn't care to hear about half of it.

Hopefully, everyone will survive the night with minimal scarring. Where's my frickin' Pamprin!?!