Rage, Baby, Rage

I completely forgot about writing yesterday. It was only at 9:30pm last night in bed when I realized. It was just one of those days! You know... the kind of day when hubby comes home and you're waiting at the front door with Jr so you can thrust her into his arms. I'm hoping today will be a better day.

It doesn't help that I've got mad PMS. Pre-baby my period was mild -- long (7 days!) -- but mild. No cramps, rarely a feeling of severe bloating. I was privately smug that hubby didn't know when I had my period based on my mood.

But now?? I have PMS for at least a week beforehand. And that doesn't even include the week of my period! How do women deal?? It's a full two weeks of bloating and cramps and raging. That's two weeks out of every month that our household isn't as pleasant as it could be. 

I try to take a deep breath when I want to punch someone in the neck but let me tell you, it's hard. Really, a huge challenge of self-discipline.

I'm also kind of bummed that today's play group in the park was cancelled. The facilitator has a babysitter for her two kids because she can't bring them with her. I get it. I can't imagine singing songs and having discussions while making sure Jr is happy and not running around all over the place. Anyhow, her sitter fell ill and there was no one else she could find.

So we'll be going grocery shopping instead. Woo hoo!