It's a Girl Thing

(You can imagine you and I sitting down to a cup of coffee, and I am telling you about my day..)


Sooo...

YESTERDAY..

- As I am getting ready for work, I decided to pack my own lunch. I go to grab my ab-fab snack (Greek peppers) and did not realize that I probably did not screw the lid back on very tightly and the huge jar slid out of my hands, only to crash on the kitchen floor. Imagine the stench of Greek pepper vinegar everywhere

- I get to work to find an unending list of things to do. So much so that I send a meeting request out that actually blocks any more accepted meetings

- As I am doing my expenses I realize I have lost 3 receipts.. Damn!

- To finally getting to lunch (at 1:30pm) and I go to pull out my pita wrap and it simply falls apart.

- As I was driving to pick up the egyptian after work, a severe thunderstorm starts.. the only good point - I remembered to change out my new windshield wiper blades only the day before!

- Then I get home and stubbed my toe on the bottom of my bed

At this point, I am an irritable mess. No one thing in particular.. just many small things.

Then it hit me.. and it only happens a few times a year.... could it be... can it be... PMS?

See...  I had a hysterectomy about 8 years ago. But the doctor left my ovaries (what's functioning of them) - so I could have a somewhat normal hormone function. But every once in a while it happens.. that strange/can't handle little things/want to kill everyone feeling.

I kept telling myself that my mood was not rational. I knew it wasn't. I let those little items send me over the edge. I just lay on my bed sighing.. feeling.. blah. Down.. depressive. Over what? Some pepper jar and a few receipts?

Ahhh.. hormones..

Can I get a do-over?

Times they are a-changing. The sun is out, the flowers are blooming, and all I want is my dark cold nights.

Don't ask me why, I don't know.

I feel blue. I feel tired - not to mention, my days have been a living hell this week. Every muscle in my body is screaming for some Helga wench to reach right in there, twist them around, and then place them back gently.

I need a good massage.

Then there is the whole seasonal allergies thing. I started the Nasanex back up this week, and I am grateful for the lack of watery eyes and nose - but I feel like instead of it all leaving my head, the mucas is like in those Mucinex commericals, just taking up space in my head.

I am in a fog.

I am still feeling super needy. I am still looking for a happy tree. (Which, btw, I am going to the Birmingham Botanical Garden on Friday with the egyptian for an afternoon of beautiful flowers. Followed by Yogurt at Yogurt Mountain.)

The only downside to this little trip, my freakin' camera is not working. No beautiful pics of the trees and whatnot. The egyptian did buy a new camera, but I seriously doubt he will let me use his. Booo.

To add insult to injury - I got a ticket yesterday for running a stop sign. Yep. $159 due in May. *sigh*

Again - I ask, can I get a do-over?