I had to take El Juevo to school this morning for his exams, so I was in a rush, and frankly, I just wasn't feeling it. I think this is the first time in about a month and a half where I didn't wake up with something "on my fingers". Sorry, but that's how it works for me, folks. Either it's there or it isn't.
I think part of it is because of how squirrelly I've been feeling. When I am not on my game, everyone knows it-I pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve. What really bothers me the most, though, is that because I had a partial hysterectomy twenty one years ago (MY GOD-THAT IS A WHOLE ADULT AGO!) I never know if I am bitchy because I'm hormonal because I'm supposed to be on my period, bitchy because I'm hormonal because I'm going through menopause, or if I'm just bitchy because I'm a fucking bitch. Take your pick.
When I was checking my email before I got on the road, I ran into this article, and decided that I needed some of that there therapy, but I was hesitant to inflict myself on anyone, so I flew solo. I hit the mall in Biloxi while Egg was in school, then dropped him off at home and ran to the mall in Mobile. I got a few things accomplished that I couldn't do with Dar with me. (Well, duh!?! I had to shop for her sometime!)
I won't say I'm cured, but I'm on the mend. I had a nice long visit with some shoes that I've been bonding with, and managed to get almost all of the rest of my Christmas shopping done. I finger I have about one and a half to two more days worth of running around, and then the baking will commence. If you have any orders, you'd better get them in quick-there are a limited number of carrots in the greater Pascagoula area!
Now I am off for a different kind of therapy. I am going to have a big girl beverage and catch up on my reader as I have no idea what ya'll have been up to today, and will have a whole new attitude when I get up tomorrow. Right?
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