I feel dumb, old, used up, and pointless.
Must be PMS.
My kid is being bullied at school by a bunch of mean girls. It pisses me off.
I think I've been pretty good about coaching her through it.
I say all of the 'right' things, but inside, I want to beat the snot out of these mean children.
GRRRRRRRRRR!
Also, it baffles me why my child would be the odd one out? She's cool! And cute!
GRRRRRRR!
MONEY!!!! ISSUES!!
OH MY GOSH!
Hate it!!
Not just throw down a meal in a skillet. Or from a box. Or pieced together. COOK. I used to make soups and nice dishes with sides. My meals had color, texture, presentation!! I would like to have that back, somewhat.
There, I said it.
Last night, I had to pick up the kids, followed by a visit from my dad, followed by hip hop class, followed by an appointment that was supposed to start at 7:30, but didn't start until 8. I didn't get to eat, and I was just so hungry.
Jay called and asked if I'd eaten. I was like, "Nope". He started asking me what sounded good, etc, but Belinda was about to do my eyebrows and I had to go.
I got off the phone and remarked to her, "Why can't he just choose me something?"
I got home around 9:45. Jay met me at the door with a big hug. I smelled something good in the air. As I hugged him, I noticed over his shoulder that the table was set with a full meal.
He'd picked up a lasagna dinner, with salad and breadsticks, put it on the china, and poured me a cold beer in a wine glass! It was just lovely, and it hit the spot.
Just what I needed! Then, we watched Horatio on CSI and had chocolate caramels.
Ahhh!