You know, the name PMS is really quite inadequate. I mean, it's already capitalized. So, on the occasions when you need to emphasize the extreme nature of the condition, you've lost one of your most useful options for written emphasis. PMS? Doesn't really do it, does it? PMS? A little better, but still kind of reserved. PMS just looks like you're linking to something. PMS! looks vaguely perky and well, I'm so not. Everyone knows that writing in ALL CAPS online is akin to screaming.
Right. Screaming. See the problem?
So, I'm resorting to the best solution I can come up with: P! M! S! Damnit. And thank goddess for a little something from Doc Norma.
Soothing herbs. My family thanks you, Norma. The booze base to the tincture doesn't hurt either.
I am profoundly cranky. I'm sick with a cold that makes it so that I can't breathe without coughing. My children are possessed by the devil (this may not actually be true, in fact, it's possible that it's me who's possessed by the devil, but I have P! M! S! so everyone else is wrong and I'm right, taking notes? Yes?). Pots are boiling over at not one but two jobs and yesterday was a holiday at preschool (happy Colonialism day in the U.S.A., oh, and Thanksgiving for my Canadian friends) but not at any of the jobs around here. I'm trying to plan a weekend away (dogsitting, directions, etc.), keep up with email, and try not to look like a total slouch at both my jobs, while my kids are treated to me being a b-i-t-c-h and way more Noggin than I am really comfortable with.
Even the knitting sucks. I even decided to try crochet. I read Stephanie's rant in her new book about how crochet is so fast people don't have time to reconsider bad decisions about making ugly objects, and I ran out to the store to get a pattern for some baby stuff for a rapidly-approaching shower, thinking "faster? really?" Dude, it's only faster if you don't suck at it. I keep thinking I could knit this stinking hat faster and then crochet the cute little oak leaf on when I'm done. It may well happen that way.
I have had a few moments of being a good-enough parent. We made pumpkin bread from some pumpkins a friend gave to Henry & Eleanor.
She's saying PUMPKIN! for the camera. Doesn't really work as well as cheese. We used (modified, I'm like that with food too) a recipe from the fabulous Knitting Bloggers' Cookbook (put together by Elizabeth of My Favorite Things) that came, unexpectedly, in the mail on Saturday.
I also got a fabulous t-shirt from the Boston Knit-Out and Crochet 2005 from my, again, fabulous Secret Pal. Thanks Secret Pal! So it's like I was at two of the four fiber events that happened on October 1 (the other two were Judith Mackenzie-McCuin at Nutmeg Spinners and a Spin and Knit-Out on the Amherst Common that hosted Grafton Fibers and Bay Colony Farm). But had I not gone to Vermont I wouldn't be picking up HEN this weekend, I would not have gotten to see some very dear friends, and most importantly as far as my family is concerned, I would not have the Motherwort.
Everything is a bit worse because we have Big Life Changes going on that we are finally acting on, namely a possible change in DP's job situation that will hopefully make our lives more sane. Further updates as events warrant, and specifics when I can. But you know, this kind of stuff freaks the hell out of me, and with the cold and the hormones and the not being able to go to my jobs thing, it means SuperFreak. I'll be glad to get the report on how tomorrow goes, though this whole thing will happen slowly, I know.
I think I'm going to count this as my Random Wednesday entry so that I don't have to stay up late tomorrow. And I think I can say without question that it is sufficiently random. And I don't really feel like creating a category for "Tuesday Tantrums," and I expect you don't want to read one every week either. Though I'm certain I'm capable of producing them on that schedule.
Sweet dreams. Or in my case, sweet lying in bed and coughing.