||[Apr. 26th, 2011|02:47 pm]
Just when I think I'm doing good, something happens and I find myself back where I began. |
I've hated this easter time. Hated, hated, hated it. I've gone through the motions with the kids, but really all I've wanted to do is curl up in a ball and sleep the fuck through it. I haven't because that would have been unfair to my family, but hell, had I been on my own I would have stayed in bed for 4 days straight.
A lot of what I'm feeling is related to my hormones. The older I get, the worse my PMT gets. Couple that with some stinky depression, and you get an emo 31 year old woman.
Can't praise my ever tolerant hubby enough. Once more, he's my rock, he's putting up with my bad behaviour, and he's being a sweetie.