“And it’s me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence…”
-Paula Cole

Well, hello there. I promise I’ve snapped out of my insane bitch-mode don’t-fuck-with-me get-the-hell-out-of-my-way mood I was in earlier. It was kindly pointed out to me (by, um… several different people, actually. Yeah, thanks) that hey, girlie, it’s that time, isn’t it? Um. Let me check my calendar. Yeah. I guess that would be about right. I was in a wee bit of a hormonally induced tizzy earlier today. That’s not to negate everything I said earlier – I still totally think that maybe people ought to help a bit more, and that the fam has gotten a little too comfy-cozy with the fact that I am pretty much stuck on having a clean house and will not just leave it in disarray in hopes that someone else (other than moi) gets inspired to clean it.

I guess my mood was helped by my husband agreeing to pick up takeout on the way home, forty hardcore minutes on the treadmill watching “Grey’s Anatomy” on DVD (Limbic system, anyone?), and making pretty speedy progress on a home improvement project that I thought would take me much longer than it did. I’ll easily be able to wrap up the project tomorrow morning, which is awesome. Onward and upward to the next project. I’ll be a frequent Home Depot visitor for the next few weeks, I’m thinking, but that’s alright – though the process sometimes makes me crazy, I’m in love with the end-results so ultimately I’ll find some joy in it.

Whew.

It’s a relief to not be a raging bitch right now. I talked to my husband on the phone in the midst of it – he was sharing with me something moronic my stepson’s mother said (this is nothing new, believe me), to which I let loose with a spiel of negativity. My husband paused, laughed and said, “You’re a hardass bitch, aren’t you?” And my response was, “That’s how I’m rolling today…”

But, I’m kinda glad to not be rolling that way anymore. If I could just get the kids to fall asleep so I could sink in a bubble bath reading my book, I’d be blissing.