
Today I did do something productive, which gave me some respite from the "pushmi-pullu/I'm so blue-stop whining" whiplash. I took 4 pullovers, 2 purses, a blanket and a dozen plastic hangars over to the Goodwill store. It was not only a good deed, it freed up a little room in my armoire. Now I'm going to FINALLY hem those black slacks.
In addition to distracting myself from my whiny, slothful existence, I should also try some more positive self talk. This is not real, it's hormones. My life is fine. I have a job I'm good at, my finances are in decent shape, I still have my mom, my incredibly adorable cats are healthy, I've got a lot of diverse friends in my life … and my period is almost over.
Now where's that needle and thread?
((((((hugs)))))
ReplyDeleteBeen there, done that, bought the tshirt... When I'm PMSing, I'm a mess, just before my period, I feel like this and I'm a bitch.
((((hugs))))
This too shall pass.
Hmmm - I can see you as the lighthouse, but not lonely and/or desolate. I see you standing straight and tall - a comfort to those around you - always willing, eager and able to help guide your friends in the right direction.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is ALWAYS the first one that I read - well, I always check the kids' first, so that makes you fourth. I guess my kids do have first priority. But I do so enjoy reading what you have to say!! Snowbird
Thank you both! Your support helps.
ReplyDeleteNo Nonsense, I appreciate you reminding me that I'm not the only one who wrestles with this, and that this this, too, will pass.
Snowbird, I love your description of me. I'm not sure I always live up to it, but it was wonderful, wonderful to hear.