You know how sometimes you're just so exhausted it puts you right on the brink of hysteria? Like, for instance, that time I you stayed up for 24 hours straight at a church lock-in eating nothing but packets of Lik M Aids? You know how when I you got home from that you sort of spazzed out for twenty minutes and then passed out cold on the sofa for the next three days?
I kinda felt like that this morning.
I woke up and and realized (this is the part whereupon I share way too much information with you) that it was that time of the month and it was one of those moments that was so frustrating that it was almost laughable. Like, really? REALLY? Really, I'm going to PMS the week of my due date, while my daughter is having invasive procedure after invasive procedure and I'm pumping six to eight times a day which, by the way, is supposed to keep that from happening? REALLY?! I'm going to have CRAMPS on top of all that? WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!
I was ranting and raving to Jeff this morning (and by raving I mean furiously throwing packages of feminine products into the luggage I had packed to take to the other hospital and then proceding to repeatedly kick said luggage) when I said "Jeff, what I need is a hug."
"You don't need a hug, he replied, what you need is a sedative."
The way he was warily regarding me when he said that made me laugh the entire drive to the hospital.
