Day Three...

Sigh. . . . It is 3:13 on Tuesday and Marley has been in her room for 30 minutes. She is competely falling apart after a trip to McDonald's playland. I am on the verge of a mom explosion. I think I neglected to mention in my last post that my hormone time is ticking and due to explode any day now. I hate that it makes a difference but it does, it truly does. Those of you who made bets for how far into the week I would make it before losing it may want to reevaluate.

I have all these things I wanted to accomplish today and they aren't getting done, which means I need to reprioritize my day. Unfortunately, what I feel like doing is heading over to the PMS Diner featured in today's cartoon followed by a trip to bed with the covers over my head.

I know it will get better. I know I can crash in a few hours and feel sorry for myself. Right now, I just need to pick myself up by those proverbial bootstraps, brave the rain and go to the grocery store. Which I will do, as soon as I publish this post. Before I go, I need to count some blessings:

1. Colin's homework is easy today. He got an A on his last math test. This is a major achievement for us both!
2. Colin has been alerted to the maternal mental condition and is very cooperative. (Good son!)
3. My family is healthy.
4. My family is safe.
5. There is a new episode of House tonight. Yeah!
6. I know that, in spite of what I feel like at this moment, I do have many, many, many blessings in my life. Thank you, Lord!

Thanks for e-listening. I'll be back.

Five hours later. . .

Okay, I'm still wiped out, but I'm not gonna do anything I'll regret. My darling, nail polish wielding daughter (Yes -- around 5:00 she got nail polish on the skirt of the couch.) is in bed and listening to Kid Jam. What is that virtue this month? Hope, believing that something good will come out of something bad. Hmmm.... Well, less than an hour until House. I can make it. I can make it.

P.S. Thanks Michelle for the phone call.