Turns out, it can be. When it is, most of the time, I blame hormones.
I have learned in my old age that hormones are VERY powerful. I actually learned this little golden nugget when I became pregnant for the first time. I was all about my immediate personal needs, and my needs were dictated by my body. I had never been so in touch with my physical self. When I was hungry, I was ravenous. When I was tired, I was practically narcoleptic (Luckily never at my job or on the road). And, when I was cranky, I was a mega-nasty bee-otch. It's hard to believe Richard and I survived those nine months. But in truth, I was really happy for most of my first pregnancy because I just couldn't believe that it was happening. With Leo, not so much. With HaHa, I was in total shock, and I was completely paranoid that she was going to be deformed, or that something was wrong with her due to the fact I took antibiotics not knowing I was with child.
So, that's three pregnancies in 6 years, and lactation for approximately four and a half years (and counting). And, all the while my hormones have been wacko. I am assuming it's normal given the circumstances, but sometimes I wish it weren't so. Just the other day, I came up with an equation: PMS + Rambunctious children = The fifth circle of Hades.
I just can't wait for menopause!
Outfit:
Striped tank: Goodwill. Abercrombie & Fitch.
Black shirt: Hand me down from cousin.
Skirt: Thrift store. This is another skirt that used to be a dress. I don't know why I cut it, because it was totally cute. I think I just got tired of it as a dress, but I liked the print.
Shoes: Capezio. These are so, so comfortable!
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