After being so nice to me around Mother’s Day, the Things were possessed by some kind of awful demon yesterday. Of course, these things only happen on days when Hubby’s coming home late (kind of like when I was a kid and the washing machine caught on fire when Poppa was gone on a business trip). He was playing in a charity golf tournament yesterday, which ended with a nice dinner, so he got to miss it all.
Today was a big step better, but still not as it should have been. It doesn’t help that my hormones are all over the place these last two days, either (psycho perimenopausal woman in the house!). I know it could be worse, but I still wouldn’t wish this on anyone — I’m easily angered, ready to rip someone’s head off at times, plus something simple like stirring a pot or winding a ball of yarn can become a sexual experience. That last part may sound like fun but, trust me, it’s NOT.
And just think…in 3 years or so, Thing One will be PMS’ing and everything, too. Oh, joys! Poor, poor, Hubby….