It's Just Life

Days like these should come with their own tee shirt, a friendly warning to those I encounter: "PMS: The art of crying for no apparent reason, crying because you're crying, crying in response to everything, basically. I'm livin' it!" Ugh! I hate it when I get like this. After today, so does my poor boss. Men do NOT know what to do with crying women. The one I'm married to does an okay job with it...but he's had years of experience. I learned this morning that I can clear an office lickety-split with just a few tears. There were exactly three men standing in this office when the attack hit....by the time the first tear hit my shirt, there were none. They ran off in three different directions all babbling something about being sorry. They had to have been wondering for what tho. Trained men....throw an apology at her and get OUT of the way. It's comical now but a mere thirty minutes ago, it was disastrous...from my PMS-y perspective. I had to hit the bathroom to fix my face and tell myself how absolutely ridiculous my behavior was. It's hard to stop it when you don't even know why you're doing it. Oh, the high's and low's of these days. I nearly outright bawled watching How To Train Your Dragon last nite. I get on my own nerves but not for long at a time....the moods seem to switch about every five minutes or so. What's amazing is the wide range of emotion I can express in such a short amount of time. Oh and it always lands on the holidays when I'm around people I see only once or twice a year. Terrific...I can only imagine the impression I make. Oh well, I won't care in another five minutes.....

I cancelled Tracker's dental appointment yesterday to take a very ill Josh to the doctor instead and while we were there, Taylor spilled an entire bowl of ramen noodles into her lap. Poor thing...I've yet to get Tracker's eye witness account but apparently, it was pretty intense there for a bit. She said the first thing she did was scream which caused Tracker to jump straight into the air like a scalded cat and cover his ears. Matthew drug himself outta bed to see what the commotion was all about but he said, "She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, so I just went back to bed." Ah, Matthew, the little compassionate thing that he is, could (and would) sleep thru anything. That poor little girl is burned in places she didn't want a doctor to see. I feel so sorry for her. That burn cream is an absolute miracle solution though...she was up and moving an hour after applying it. Impressive. She's better today but is lookin at sweatpants bein her sole attire option for a good while. Not something a very fashion savvy girl wants to hear. And she was so looking forward to her Thanksgiving break from school too....now she'll spend it, pretty much, flat of her back in front of a fan.

The doctors still don't know what's wrong with Josh. So far, it's a medical mystery but he seems to be feeling better today. He ate and drank for the first time in three days last night. He was convinced he would surely thirst to death yesterday morning....I was beginning to wonder myself. All I know is there are some funky illnesses makin' their rounds out there and I'm pretty sure this household's quota has been met. Enough already.