Ugh, I know Friday is supposed to be a happy day, but mine has already been crummy. One of those days where I just want to pull the covers back over my head and feel sorry for myself. Oh wait, I did that, and it didn't help.
As I mentioned before my hubby is working funky hours this week, so our internal clocks and our sleep patterns have been really off-kilter. This morning when my alarm clock went off, I crawled out of bed to get ready to go to my Weight Watchers meeting. I was looking forward to weigh-in because the scale at home showed at least a 1-2 pound loss for the week. I always love going to my meetings when I can walk in assured of a good weigh-in. But yesterday afternoon my monthly friend came to visit, and this morning I was having cramps so bad that I simply wilted in the shower. That was as far as I made it, and still in my robe with my wet hair wrapped in a towel, I went back to bed. I admit, when cramps come knocking on my door, I am a wuss. I can deal with just about anything else, but I have always always been a pansy about dealing with that. (I can say these things even though my dad reads my blog- I lived with my folks until I was 25, so this is not news to him.)
I woke up a few hours later when my husband's cell phone rang, and it was the lady who is taking care of selling our old house, with a few questions. My husband was surprised to find me still in bed, I was supposed to be gone already. As he showered, I went through our normal morning routine as best as I could. Coffee, oatmeal for him, cereal for me. As soon as I picked up the oatmeal canister from the pantry shelf it slipped through my grasp and fell to the floor. It didn't really surprise me, I get what I call the "PMS dropsy" disease every month. I had oatmeal all over the kitchen and even out into the hallway. The cats nosed around for awhile, but realized it was nothing they could eat or play with, so they went on their way. As I was vacuuming, I was also trying to make the coffee and watch his oatmeal cooking on the stove. To make a long story short, the oatmeal was way too runny and the coffee was way too bitter and strong. It is amazing to me how pain can distract someone from something as simple as making breakfast.
Wow, PS- forgot to mention the first time, I spilled my husband's coffee all over the kitchen counter and all over the dining room table! How did I forget that part?!
So that's where I'm at this morning, the husband is gone, I'm here and the couch is calling my name. I normally do not spend the day on the couch unless I am sick, but today I am admitting defeat and calling this a "sick day" for me. If I touch anything else, I'm liable to break it. In fact, I should probably slowly move away from the computer with my hands up.
Here's a photo of General from yesterday, looking out the bathroom window. I don't really have a photo appropriate for a "PMS symptoms" post. So, enjoy this one instead. (I should have grabbed my camera when I spilled the oatmeal, but I wasn't thinking that fast.)