Sometimes it just stinks being a lady. Don't get me wrong, the benefits far outweigh the alternative but once a month I don't really care for my gender. I awoke today feeling like I had been hit by a Mac truck. I felt bloated and achey. I wanted to have red wine and chocolate and brie and chocolate and some more chocolate with a side of chocolate topped with, you guessed it, chocolate. It is amazing what a comfort that wonderful stuff can be.
I forced myself out of bed, canceled the day's outing and set out to have a day of whatever my body felt like. I thought about getting dress and then realized that if I put anything but elastic around my waist I would turn into a trident wheeling, booty kicking, not-so-nice, very cranky mama. Therefore, I am wearing the most comfortable clothing I own. My hair is in a pony straight out of the shower (I kid myself to think this is a change from any other day for me in the blazing hot south) and I have NO makeup on. I am functioning but in zombie mode.
With the help of Midol (thank you Jesus) I am feeling up to a few tasks around the house but that is about it. My kids are behaving and having a dance party with all the dress up clothes from the latest Super Gram box so that is a blessing.
I think during their nap today, I will watch a chick flick, eat some more chocolate, drink some wine (just a little) and put my feet up. I may even take my bra off and doze.
I look forward to tomorrow and feeling human again, not like some mutated version of my self.
1 comments:
I feel your pain! Sadly, your blog pretty much describes me on a "regular" day. :0 Thank God for Ben and Jerry's!
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