It’s Fathers Day and I’m Gonna Talk About My Period. June 18 2007
Ok…so yesterday was father’s day, but I’m still gonna talk about my period.
So there.
So my period started this weekend…all sneaky like.
It totally just showed up out of the blue.
There was no rage, no binge eating, not even sore boobies.
Infact we were on a boat and we had come ashore to seek shelter from the thunderstorm and I used the washroom (ick) and was all “hello there, my purse is at home. oh my.”
And the day after came and with it came FULL ON PMS…on this is probably more accurately MS since it post pre.
Not so much with the binge eating, but seriously? I fucking hated everyone.
Today I am only mildly angry in general, but the cocoa I am snorting seems to be helping.
Sunday was father’s day.
And this year Chris got a baseball bat that he picked out and paid for and also he got the pleasure of playing in 6 baseball games this weekend without me bitching at him (too much).
6.
Six
Baseball games.
Guess what happens when a 41 yr old plays baseball for 3 days straight?
They become utterly useless.
Zombie like even, given the fact they are SO hungry and mal nourished (cause GOD FORBID YOU PACK SOMETHING!) they will in fact happily eat your brain.
It was a busy weekend, but we did manage to spend some family time together which is nothing short of a miracle.
We have Shadow, she peed on my carpet this morning.
I might stir fry her for dinner.
he he….you said boobies
Hub played hockey Saturday at 11:00 PM and then again Sunday morning at 10:45 — you’d have thought he just built the trans-continental railroad all on his own he was moaning and groaning and whining so much.
Never mind that Elder Child played his two games at noon and then again at 4:45 the same day and he was still rarin’ to hit the swimming pool last night.
I just told him that getting old is a b|tch!
You are simply amazing.
You’ve managed to cover your period, baseball, and hungry whiny men all in one relatively short post.
And it cracks me up that you start with blood and end with food. Just sayin’
Oh dear. You could send me the dog and stir fry your husband. Use the bat for firewood.
You stirfry cats not dogs silly!
Somehow it just wouldn’t be your house without you having PMS on Father’s Day and the dog doing something disgusting.
hopefully the ms has now passed. how was the canine stir-fry, or you could have just taken the bat to it.