Being A Girl

My tummy hurts and I think I might be seriously close to overdosing on Midol. I've apologized to my husband a gazillion times today for... well, I how no idea except for just being the way I am. I'm usually not like this. I have a serious problem with girls/women that take the whole monthly thing to the extreme (and come on, we all know some ladies use this as an excuse for everything). This has just been some day.

I cannot concentrate on anything. I'm staring at a paper I have to write about Russia and the Ottoman Empire and I'm thinking Russia? Where's Russia? I feel seriously out of touch with reality at the moment... and yet, I can still focus long enough to write this blog. Okay, okay. I know where Russia is; I just have no desire to write this stupid, stupid paper on European influence and blah, blah, blah. I would rather go take everything out of the kitchen cabinets and wash and dry them twice before I would want to write this assignment.

I'm such a fine role model for my children.

I've shut myself in my room so as not to scare any of them. My daughter had sympathy for me in that knowing way and was quick to supply me with a cup of hot tea, refusing to take no for an answer. The boys, whom I'm pretty sure don't pay much attention to my blog entries anyway, are most likely wrapped up too tight in their cyber worlds to notice I haven't been seen for a while. My husband accepted my last apology with a quick hug and has since made himself scarce. Poor, poor man. Even the cat is avoiding me.

And so goes my day in the life of a girl.
Surely tomorrow will be better.
Today had to have been some kind of a fluke, right?



P.S. I'll go ahead and apologize now to my dad, brother, and any other male figure who stumbled upon this sad, sad entry... just be glad you're not here. This probably wouldn't have been a good time to visit.

I think I just saw the cat nod his head in agreement.
Yep, I've had one Midol too many.
Time to break out the heating pad.