Jun 16 2007
It’s The Emotional Ovary This Time
They say that one ovary releases feelings of anger and frustration when it ovulates, and the other releases the emotional side of yourself when it ovulates. Last month was definitely the angry ovary. This month? I’m 100% sure it’s the emotional ovary.
Back off or you’ll make me cry.
Thx.
This week has been a crazy week. In my house, my birthday seems to end up being a week long celebration. I don’t plan it that way, it just sort of happened that way. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s just exhausted me since I am also adjusting to a full time work schedule vs. part time. Top that with three kids whose needs must be met and drizzle on that some hubsend sauce, and you’ve got yourself one messy wife come Friday night.
You know you’re getting old when a week long birthday celebration forces you to be in bed extra early come Friday night with no desire to stay up late, or even leave the house for that matter. It’s a depressing scene.
I turned 34 this past Monday. On Monday night I went out to dinner with my fantabulous MIL, her boyfriend Ray, Grandma D, Uncle Ian and Aunt Mitzy, my hubsend and my 3 beautiful babies. We had a fabulous dinner at my favorite restaurant, 3 Margaritas, and I even got to wear a pink sombrero as they sang a birthday song to me in their native tongue. The only disappointment was that they didn’t offer me any free ice cream or anything! Even after $20 in Margaritas! Oh well. The whole point of the dinner was to spend time with people I love in celebration of my entering earth bound status and surviving all the way to this ripe ol’ age of 34.
On Tuesday night, my dear friend Maria took me out to dinner for my birthday. I had no idea where we were going until we actually got in the car to go; that was kind of exciting! She took me to the Cheese Cake Factory and we had a wonderful evening of nothing but girl talk. Our men never once rang our cell phones and we had no children pawing at our thighs demanding our undivided attentions. Between her 3 children and my 3 children, we usually cannot get an entire sentence out without one child or another needing something. Not to mention our hubsends. We sat and chatted while we ate for 3 hours! And, of course, we had to have a piece of cheese cake.
Wednesday night found us rushing to the movie theater as soon as dinner was over in order to allow mommy to drool over Johnny Depp as we watched Pirates of the Caribbean – At World’s End. OMG. I loved this one! I liked it better than the second one for many reason. The ending left you believing that there will be another one, in which case, you’ll find my ass parked in front of the movie screen drooling once again. One of the best parts of the movie was when Keith Richards did a cameo as Captain Jack Sparrow’s dad. How perfect is that?
Thursday was full of running errands I didn’t get done throughout the rest of the week, putting us home long past bedtime, thus leaving me extra tired come this morning. Not to mention that work has been leaving me with brain burn every single day this week. It’s been one trauma after another and piles of paperwork on my desk.
In between all of this, I’ve been dealing with sick children all week. First it was my BTP who has had a horrible upper respiratory cold for a couple of weeks thus far, spreading it along to my son who developed a fever on Tuesday evening. lasting until Wednesday morning. When I picked up my little Bean from Maria’s house today, she had a fever and was now exhibiting signs of illness just like the other two. Now, I am waiting for this cold to hit hubsend or myself. Usually, as seems par for the course, hubsend will get sick and I will not. It sounds horrible, but I am so hoping that this time won’t be any different as, everyone knows that if mother is sick, nothing will get done.
I am glad it’s the weekend. I am looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. This Sunday will also afford me another sleep in day that I don’t normally get due to going to church. Hubsend decided that on Father’s Day, he didn’t want to get up and go to church (shame on him) and since it is Father’s Day, we will do what he wants. The only thing I have left to do that I have to do is to go shopping tomorrow for his Father’s Day presents.
Tonight? I go to bed early. Just like the old geezer I’ve become in my grand ol’ 34 years.
I’ll think about the rest tomorrow.
