Warning, full on rant ahead….
I feel as if someone is stabbing my uterus and bleeding like it too.
This heat is keeping me inside so Gman is off to make the dreaded purchase. I also requested a KitKat and bag (yes a bag) of Dove Milk Chocolate Promises.
Last night he heard me laughing and said he was glad I was out of my bad mood. C thinks I’m making excuses to eat chocolate. I let the comments bounce off because there is just NO WAY the testosterone in the house can ever understand.
It’s not a bad mood. It’s a shitty situation. I’m cramping. I’m bleeding a fountain of blood. My migraine is now out of the box with zero narcotics to control it. I’m nauseous, bothered by light, sound, smells. And they want me to cook, clean, while being sweet, smiley and wearing white like in the commercials?
All I want is to sit in a cool, dark, quiet room; light my candles and watch some feel good movies. I just might play the Sims 2 (pc) too – it’s been a long time.
So please, give me a break, give me some quiet and get me my chocolate… please and thank you.