I feel miserable right now. Overall I had a good day, but right now I am done. I yelled so loud at my kids that my throat hurts... Mother of the Year. I think if I smiled right now my face would crack into a whole bunch of tiny pieces.
I have to learn how to better deal with PMS with "cancer" (it feels like such an excuse), because PMS is just an excuse in Ken's eyes. So combining the two is not a good combo.... I'll have to learn how to smooth it all over. Right now I don't even want ANYONE to look at me, I want to crawl into a hole for a few days and come out when I feel human again, that way I don't have to be wicked BEAST to anyone. We'd all be happier...
My Gramma wrote a poem for me that I wanted to share on here. It made me cry, and I'll probably cry even harder while I am typing it out thinking about the kind of Mom I was tonight.
Who is "She"
She is a tall, beautiful, auburn haired, talented, witty, ambitious, caring wife of a husband who loves her deeply and a Mother of three very young "scamp toads, scaliwags and imps" who keep their Mom on the go. (Two sons and one daughter)
She is the oldest of the two daughters of her parents, the first to lend a helping hand whenever she can-especially to her Mother.
She has a warm, pleasant, out-going personality and makes friends easily.
"She" is my lovable, cherished and beautiful 30 year old Grand daughter "Geneva" who has had a special place in my heart from birth.
At present "Geneva" is faced with one of the greatest challenges of her life. She is strong and courageous and will fight with every being in her body and she will succeed.
Don't tell her I put a picture of her on here, she would kill me. :) I think she looks beautiful!