I can always tell when Aunt Flow is about to pay her "warm welcomed" (cough-sarcasim) visit because my hormones begin raging against me. This spat around I have been reclusive and kept to myself. My face has broken out in the worst fashion and everytime I try on clothes and look in the mirror, it looks like one of those fun house mirrors that makes you look short and FAT. Not to mention I am impulsive and cannot stay focused on the tasks I had earlier set up formyself to accomplish today. It's very easy to talk myself out of ANYTHING right now (including going out in public or doing laundry).
I think I'll go eat the entire bottle of Saint John's Wort now.
On a lighter note...I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. My students and I were talking about the different food items they would having at their "feast" and my mouth watered just thinking about the spread that I will be induldging in tomorrow. Hopefully David will be able to attend both my family and his family's festivities.
1 comment:
I completely feel ur pain. My little gift came Tuesday afternoon and it doesn't take much to tip me over. It'll get better hun. Love u.
Zanne
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