Monday, December 9, 2013

An Update!

It's Monday morning!! YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Usually, not the reaction to a Monday morning....or is it? When you have children and school is in session.....hells to the yes it is! Especially---when Monday is your day off! Of course....being my day off...this means I always rise early on Mondays. It. Never. Fails. However, it's not as early as I now need to rise on Tuesdays and Thursdays as my son is now attending workouts with the baseball team. Woohoo.

I have not written in quite some time. Life has been crazy busy. Whose isn't? Loving my new is going well this year for the baby girl (my English Bullie) seems to have outgrown the puppy phase and mommy is super happy about that. So, I felt a little update/check in was due.

My oldest son, who now TOWERS over me...he's at 5'11" now...has informed me that he will be attending workouts with the baseball team at his high school. Great, I thought. He's motivated, he's participating..this is terrific. Until, he showed me the workout schedule, that is.  Two mornings a week, this practice starts, STARTS, at 610am. WTF is that??? This is the middle of the night.  It's pitch black outside. No one is on the street. Not a creature is stirring...not even a mouse. And, guess who gets to drive him to said practices? Mommy does. It's amazing how I am "mommy" when he needs something from me. I work late afternoons thru evenings. And, while I do not get home crazy late, I need to finish up things in the house when I get home, eat dinner (PBJ is the only thing I seem to eat at that time of the evening....thank you to Walgreens for running a super sale last week!!!!!!! 2/$4...and I was the nut who cleared the shelves!) and I need time to wind down. So getting up even earlier than I need to isn't exactly the first item on my list. But, it's for my of course I will do it...begrudgingly.  

After day 1 of the workout, I texted him from work to ask him how the workout went. His response was as follows: "Amazing. It was a great environment." Whose child is this?? Sure as shit not mine. Mommy doesn't exercise. Mommy only runs when chased, and even then, is more likely to lay down and play dead. Amazing...pfffffttttttt! Where did this boy come from?????

Son also towering over me....closing in on 5'9" now.....he plays basketball and watching him make an improvement from last year to this warms my heart. As someone who was on the basketball team in jr. high, purely for early puberty and having height (and boobs), and only scored 2 points...EVER....I love watching him have some skills.

And, this morning, with a few inches on snow on the ground....seeing my little guys leave for school in jackets, snow pants, boots and hats and be SO was so see them so excited and to see the bus take them away for 6 hours....Buh Bye! More fun....seeing my baby girl, who is mostly white and pudgy...go in the yard to do her business in all the snow.....makes me laugh....she freaks out and has no idea what she should be doing! More fun...watching her come back in the house, get upset when I have to wipe her paws, and then...head directly to the couch and curl up on her blanket to let out a sigh and rest...she's mommy's girl.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

PMS? Or just circumstances?

Been a LONG time since I've written anything...but, with the way things have gone this morning, and it's only 810am, I absolutely had to write.

I will back track to last night...about 12 hours 12 year old won his baseball game. They came back from behind to beat the other team, which they don't typically do. The dinner discussion took place. I don't cook during my kid's baseball season. It just doesn't happen. It's too difficult. So, restaurants or take out it is.  And, of course a disagreement occurred. I gave up. I am tired of playing referee and I am PMS'ing something fierce. I told Steve I was tired and crabby and swollen and feeling just crappy overall. (Over the last year, the PMS is getting more and more severe and the cycles are all messed up. JOY.) So, Steve handled it and I came home, showered and got into bed. The interesting part is what happened this morning.....

I slept terrible. (Nothing unusual either lately.) As I was making the bed, Steve says to me, "So, are you feeling better today?" "Better than what?" I was confused. He says. "You know, than last night. You had PMS." Am I missing something? Is PMS a 10 minute thing that just goes away? Is it something that makes you uncomfortable and then just passes and is gone until next month? Because, if it is, then I have something WAY more wrong with me than PMS. So, I responded to my dumb, naive, clueless husband. Perhaps, my voice was raised. Perhaps, I thought it would sink in more if I spoke loudly. (I am sure it didn't help, but you don't know unless you try.) I tried to explain that PMS is not simply an "outburst" that happens and then it's over. That it is not just a hormonal problem. That, in fact, it is a physical, as well as emotional series of feelings that occur each month and how miserable and uncomfortable it is to cope with and that I have been dealing with it since I was 11 years old.......and then I was cut off.  He basically just said something along the lines of "Ok. I didn't know. I just asked how you were feeling. I have to go to work."  Mhhhhmmmmm. Yeah. A couple months ago, one of the older boys even asked me if I had my period since I was "acting crazy".  I almost slapped the shit out of him. I told him that he better not ever say those words again to me or any other woman as long as he lived.

I fully admit that I get a bit bent out of shape each month and that it's been getting worse. But, this is not a new thing. I have been dealing with this for quite some time. I even talked to my gyne about what to do about it. But sometimes, it isn't PMS that is the problem. Sometimes, it's the fact that I live with all men who tend to act and live like pigs. Maybe it has to do with them thinking the towel racks are built into the floor. Maybe it's because these people think that the dishes and glasses fly from the table into the dishwasher on their own.  Perhaps, it has to do with the fact that after I nicely fold all the laundry, they don't care about ransacking the laundry baskets to find clothes. Or, after the pantry has been organized they just go and do what they want to it. Even worse, they open packages and do not close them the right way so that food gets stale and then THEY complain about it later on.

You know what might be a good idea? For them to not act like this! For them to not do all these things that drive me nuts on a good day. But, according to them, this PMS thing only lasts about 10 minutes. I must just be crazy.