- I go from my normal one or two meals a day to seven or eight. Plus snacks.
- I go from my normal half-pack a day to chain-smoking two-handed.
- I have some chocolate covered in chocolate with a side of chocolate with chocolate on top.
- Hunky gets at least two zits. Usually one on the side of the nose, and a unicorn-zit.
- The boys start using the title “Ma’am” and speaking to me from doorways, far out of striking distance.
- Certain TV commercials make me cry, as well as most blog posts, some emails, and dire crisis like discovering we’re out of hot cocoa/creamer.
- I realize my thoughts may be running on the Dark Side, counter with trying to count my blessings, and end up counting Past Due notices.
- I work on my list for items to take with us when we have to sleep at the shelter Hunky works at.
- Left to my own devices, I take on the sleeping patterns of a narcoleptic cat.
- I resort to blogging Top Ten lists.
Can't Remember Diddly!
Forgetting everything practically instantaneously since, well, birth… blaming it on ADD since 2001.
All I want during that time is chocolate-covered French fries. I’ve never eaten chocolate covered French-fries, but that doesn’t matter. I WANT them!
They don’t call this The Curse for nothing.
I know I have PMS when I entertain different ways to divorce my husband and I can’t think of anything funny to say.
And I eat alllllll day long.
In the days before kids, I swear that PMS just made me crankier. Now it’s TOTAL HELL. Why? Why? Why? Oh wait, this isn’t about me, is it?
Er, PMS sucks. If I could, I’d send you seven chocolate lave cakes.
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