Okay, so that's a lie. My name is not Margaret. And I don't know if I really have PMS (thus the question). I'm just *hoping* I have PMS. Yeah... because I need some good excuse for this bad funk I'm in. I don't feel like being a wife, mother, employee, or friend right now. I feel as though being "good" for anyone who is depending on me is too much effort. I won't rant about what's irking me because it's petty and inconsequential. I hope it's just PMS for a few reasons:
1. Temporary nature of PMS
2. Hormones are to blame for me being a jack@$$, not me!
3. No need to see a doctor or medicate (aside from a big bowl of ice cream)
Reasons I hope it's not PMS:
1. PERIODS.
My baby is nine months old, which means about a year and a half has passed since I've worn the scarlet letter (can I say that??). I am happy without, but I suppose I must face this at some point. I can't breastfeed forever, nor would I want to (discussion of that in a future post).
Well peeps, short and sweet is what you get when my computer's down (again!) and I am forced to type on my phone, which for some reason does not auto-correct in blogger. Yup, labor of love right there. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've been trying to run/work out the steam, and I'm sure going to bed at a reasonable hour wouldn't hurt either.
Next time, I promise a post that is not a complaint, rant, or other form of negativity. But damned if it doesn't feel good to get it out of my system :)
