PMS-Inspired Friday Fragments

I'm bloated and cranky, craving chocolate, and feeling random. So, I figured it was about time that I joined in for Friday Fragments, so that I could be random and have an excuse for it.

I couldn't find Bear's shoes when it was time to leave for preschool yesterday morning, so I sat on the steps and cried.

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We were 10 minutes late to preschool and when we walked, the teachers drew in this big breath- I got all defensive, thinking that it was the first time that we'd been late, but it was because the teachers were noticing my boys' haircuts.

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Note to hairdressers: if you aren't comfortable cutting a 3 year-old's hair, could you please speak up? You cut Bear's bangs too short for him to be able to keep his adorable long hair. He sports a short of Zach and Cody sort of look, but I wanted him to be able to see. Once the bangs were up there, though, we had to go for an all over shorter look or he would have looked like he had a mullet.

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I envy you if you don't know who Zach and Cody are.

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Bear's preschool teacher has been out sick since the beginning of December. So, Bear only had her twice. She might be coming back soon, but I'm really hoping that she stays out and rests and lets Bear continue to have the teacher that he has now because she is amazing with him and he's made such progress. I'm sure that she's great, too, but I'd rather not have him have to deal with any more change.

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I never worry about Monkey in school because he's a smart cookie. I felt like the worst parent in the world when his teacher told me that he was rotten last week. Well, she didn't use that word, but it was implied. I'm constantly checking on Bear's progress, but just assume everything is fine with Monkey unless I'm told otherwise. Mom fail.

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I had to drive into the town where Hubs works the other day and on the drive home, I was thinking how much the commute was awful and that I don't like doing it. And yet, by insisting that we stay in the district we're in now, Hubs will have that commute forever. Makes me feel like a bad wife.

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But, I love that district, so we're not moving. Good thing Hubs is okay with the commute.

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I also drove through the area that that "Live Traffic Feed" thingamabob says that I live whenever I go to one of your blogs that has that on it. It drives me nuts because it's almost a half hour from here and not where I really live. It is where my mil lives, though.

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Then, I think it's probably a good thing because it's a little creepy if where I really live would show up, since there are crazy stalkers out there and ya never know.

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I'm not a crazy stalker, but I act like a crazy person when I have pms. I need chocolate. And french fries. And Chinese food.

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Best brownies ever(if you like gooey ones, not cake ones, and really who doesn't think the gooey ones are better?): Ditch the Box and Never Look Back Brownies

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There's a chocolate festival near here this weekend. I am GOING.

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I ♥ Pamprin. It kicks Midol's ass.

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Wine is helpful, too.

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Cheers!

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Oh, and The Dance Contest is on!

In a MOOD

You have been warned.

I know that I usually like to write about the crappy stuff- just because it's more interesting.

You don't come here for your daily dose of sunshine.

I even try to be a little funny about it.

But, today....

Well, the only other times that I was this tired were when I had double pneumonia and when I was in the first trimester of my first pregnancy.

Double pneumonia: I'd go up a few steps and then sit down to take a ten minute break.

First pregnancy: After teaching all day, I would either take a nap in my classroom or at least seriously consider it, since I thought the ten minute drive home was too far away to get me into my bed.

I don't quite know what's wrong. Probably mother nature deciding to beat up on me this particular month. Thanks for the gift.

But, it's magnifying everything else.

Like, making me feel like a crappy mom, who actually had to say these things many times today:

Stop beating on your brother.

Stop crying that your brother kicked you- you just punched him!

Don't bite your brother.

Where are your pants?

Don't throw your brother!

Don't use the apples as bowling bowls!

Don't hit your brother with a shovel!

STOP hitting your brother with a shovel!

Let your brother out of the cabinet!

On an on.

I've been a bit of a zombie today and my boys have jumped on that, taking advantage of my not paying as close of attention as I usually do.


This mood I'm in:

It makes me notice those 10 pounds I've gained in the past two months.

It makes me irritated with the early intervention people who can't Bear in anywhere near as soon as I'd like.(not their fault, I know)

It makes me frustrated with Hubs, who keeps changing his mind as to what he's doing job-wise. (even though I support him in this)

I'm even irritated with bil, who went back to college this week after taking some time off. Because now I don't have a free babysitter. (I'm not being logical at all- I should be happy for him)

Just every little thing.

So, tonight, I'm going to bed super early.

Not caring that I'm going to leave the house in a state of disaster.

Maybe that way, I'll feel equipped to deal with it tomorrow.

P.S. The shovels that my boys were beating on each other with- they were plastic sand shovels, in case you were worried.