I’ve never had it this bad. I can barely keep a thought process going without getting a lump in my throat causing tears to well up. Normally I’m just a demonic bitch. Why the change?!
Fucking hormones. Times like this, it sucks to be a woman.
Which is why I haven’t been here lately. Between blogging and all the stuff about it starting to annoy me compounded with my kids and all the stuff about them. Then throw in my raging case of PMS.
Trust me. You’re lucky I’ve made myself scarce.
I mean, how can a person who felt like crying all through the Ringling Bros. Circus last night be competent enough to write a blog post that is comprehendible? Is that even a word?
I’ve been waking myself up in the middle of the night in tears. And the strangest thing is, I’ve been dreaming about my Grandfather. A LOT. He died the week after I turned 23. I used to dream about him all the time. It’s been years though. Then, all of a sudden, every single night.
If it wasn’t bad enough that I had to deal with MY weepy self! I have a sick kid home. And he wants *gasp* attention.
Well. I guess tomorrow I can sit home all day legitimately. No one will be able to say a word about it!! Because I’ll be playing the role of “mommy to sick child” and ALSO “blogger and social media addict”!! But shhh, don’t tell anyone that I actually don’t mind using my sick kid as an excuse, OK!?
Anyways. I’m just checking in with you. I’m still alive. I’m bracing myself for each kid to get sick. I’m armed with tissues and tampons for me. Motrin and Tylenol for them.
And. I decided that I’m going to start, at least once a week, to do writing prompt exercises here. So expect my first one later today.
Hopefully I’ll get over this hump. Hopefully I’ll be able to start looking at life in a post kind of way. Instead of having to lock myself in the bathroom to cry every 15 minutes.
Dang PMS. It’s one thing to affect my real life. But my online life? WHY??