INSIDE OUT

Ugh. Gotta say, I hate PMS. Anyone out there like it?? Oh, I suppose there will be those who will chitty-chat about how "blessed we are to be able to have it in order that we can have babies" and blah blah blah. Sorry, but, I really doubt that today's the day I want to hear it. :P

Today, I had decided that this was going to be a "me" day. Well, as much as a mom with three kids under five can have. The kids were amazing today. Probably due to a happy compromise between them and I. It's crazy the creativity that comes out of them when you just step back and watch every so often. Anyways, my husband came home for lunch earlier on in the day. He doesn't usually do this. He brought me a coffee and lifted my spirits. Didn't take long for me to drift back into me-hood. I realized today that it's okay to have "me" days after approximately 1,824 days of complete and utter submission to my children. I, will certainly not allow myself to feel guilty. Okay, well, maybe I did just a little.

So, as the day went on I felt just blah. I was cold, I had a headache, when I try to sing I sound like a duck... I might just be coming down with something as my body's been aching a lot lately. I called B and asked him to bring dinner home. This entailed some soup and a veggie sub. I was content. He then called to say he didn't want to spend any money on take-out and proceeded to go to the grocery store. He said he was going to bring home some bread and that we can all toast it and have peanut butter and honey!!

WHAT!?!?!?

"Grrrr", I thought! I work hard to cook fabulous, nutritious, well-displayed, vegan dinners every night and when I have a bad day he brings home TOAST!?!?!?! I quickly hung up. Then guess what he decides he's going to do to make up for the fact that I didn't "appreciate" his toast...

KRAFT DINNER!!!! *GASP*

I can't even remember the last time I ate KRAFT DINNER!??!?!?! I took my plate and walked into my room with tears beginning to run down my cheeks (this is from those dramatized emotions. Real, yet always oh-so dramatized with PMS).

Well, there's always two sides to every story isn't there. So... this is what I realized as I sat on my bed feeling sorry for myself:
When "I" have a bad day, I don't do much work around the house and I sit down on my sorry arse, wimpering away because I have to eat crappy food.

When "B" has a bad day, on the other hand, he has to get up out of the house and go to work anyways! Then, AFTER he has just worked his but off for nine hours, he has to drag his tired body to the grocery store to BUY food for his family. THEN he has to COOK the meal and serve it to three kids whom he hasn't been able to see all day. ALL THIS followed by a dreadfully ungrateful wife who hasn't even asked him how "his" day was.

Oh, welcome back good 'ol PMS!

So sorry B. I was wrong. Lesson learned.