I'm pms-ing like a mother fucker today. Ok - pms might not be the correct term for when Aunt Flo has set up shop in my uterus and is pissed off and angry at me and causing hemorraghing the size of golf balls to run rampant out of my body. Hore. Slut. Cunt. I fucking hate Eve for introducing her to the Human Race. And because I am the mother fucking MOMMY OF THE YEAR I waited until my 12 year old asked me "Why are you so Grumpy?" to let my family have it this morning. I loudly told them all in grave detail why mommy was so grumpy. Thank gawd I have boys who have learned long ago to hike up the boot straps and don't take anything personal. Xav was hyper and lovey like it never happened. Austin gave me a worried hug and kiss. I stormed out the door to haul the brats to school and sped off to the store for a tampon refill where I called Twin back. "You knon - maybe you should not talk at all instead of being a HEINOUS BITCH to your offspring when it's not their fault???" And she oohhed and awweed over the goodies I sent her. BTW TWIN - you received 2 of my fav-o-rite shirts because you are my favorite person in the world. And I know that someday - if I want them - I can get them back. And when I cooled off and headed home, there awaited Butch. "I've figured out a solution. You. Need. A. HUG." And as he wrapped me in his arms I broke down and bawled like a baby. *sigh* Now I have to wrap this up and wade into the fun of paperwork and organizing 108 tenant files which has been long overdue my attention...
