My turn to rant.

[mereilin]

Stupid hormones. I'm supposed to crash the LAST week of my cycle, not the first. It's called PRE-menstrual for a reason, dipshit.

I knew it was going to be a bad day when we went out for breakfast. I had already begun to think this was a bad idea but we'd been planning breakfast out and bowling for a week and the kids were looking forward to it.

We sat down; the waitress appeared and snapped four menus on the table. Ten seconds later she was back with coffee and asking what the kids wanted to drink. It took a couple of minutes to pin them both down, which is actually longer than it took for her to retrieve the prepackaged chocolate milk and return to take our order. At this point we still hadn't opened the menus, but the kids knew what they wanted so I started to order for them.

The waitress stopped me and told me I couldn't order scrambled eggs with sausage and bacon for Danny because they don't offer that exact combination on their menu. And rather than helping me figure out what to order so that he could get what he wanted, she pointed to different options -- all of which seemed overpriced and none of which would give him what he wanted. I finally told her to go away for a few minutes so I could look at the menu and figure it out, but by that time I was ALL DONE.

I know being a waitress can be a tough job. I did it for years. But there's a fine line between efficient and intrusive and she was so far over the line that it was ridiculous. When we finally figured out what to order, I took Danny and we went outside. He had too much energy to sit still and I was too annoyed to keep from muttering profanities.

The food was okay, but nothing tastes good to me when I'm in a mood. Bowling was okay, but we really stink at bowling. Danny had a hard time waiting for his turn and Sadie just didn't feel well enough to have very much fun. She's still off; she's hardly eating and she hasn't had a solid BM in days. She doesn't have a fever. I don't know what to do, or if I even need to do anything.

We went to the grocery store. I roasted a chicken and mashed some potatoes. Dinner went pretty well even if Sadie hardly touched the food on her plate. The carcass is boiling now downstairs for soup in a couple of days.

Danny went upstairs to go to the bathroom and take a shower. He usually takes a long time to go to the bathroom so we didn't really pay too much attention to how long he was upstairs or how much of that time was spent in the shower. In fact it wasn't until I started washing the dinner dishes and discovered that there was no hot water that we realized what he'd done.

I think that's a 40 gallon tank.

I can't be too angry at him because he has no sense of anything outside himself. Even if he did, he's EIGHT. I can't be too angry at Jon because I wasn't really paying attention either. But my hormones are in an uproar so I have to be mad at SOMEBODY. I took some of it out on poor Sadie who asked for applesauce and a banana (which I gave her because she hadn't had supper and both are good foods for her upset tummy) and left both half finished on the kitchen table. I took some of it out on Jon, and a bit of it out on the cabinet doors before I went outside to try to walk off the rest of it. In the dark. In the cold.

I had a beer with dinner. If I take an Ativan I'll fall asleep, and I have a deadline tomorrow.

Jon invited company over without consulting me and I don't feel like company.

I can't concentrate. I have cramps.

Maybe I should take the Ativan anyway. I'm obviously not doing anyone any favors by staying awake.

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[leemer.livejournal.com]

I get that too sometimes, actually. The first couple of days I'm back on the pill I sometimes get incredibly bitchy and emotional...