I’m not 100 percent Cha Cha right now. I’m at about 80 percent. I’m sharing my body with Aunt Flo. Unfortunately, the 20 percent that she’s decided to snuggle up with this month just happens to be my brain.
The past few days, I’ve hardly been able to keep my eyes open past 9 p.m. This isn’t normal for me, but it’s understandable in light of the craziness of the last few weeks. I’m just riding it out.
I’m having those moments where I know, rationally, that I’m being irrational. I can’t stop it, but I can acknowledge it. Like last night when Mr. Wonderful was voluntarily rubbing lotion on my back.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m such a bitch right now!”
“Because I love you, honey!”
“Ok. I’ll let you live. I’m sorry I’m such a bitch right now!”
He laughed. “You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t take a shower tonight, or you would have just gone ‘Poof!’”
The past few days, I’ve hardly been able to keep my eyes open past 9 p.m. This isn’t normal for me, but it’s understandable in light of the craziness of the last few weeks. I’m just riding it out.
I’m having those moments where I know, rationally, that I’m being irrational. I can’t stop it, but I can acknowledge it. Like last night when Mr. Wonderful was voluntarily rubbing lotion on my back.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m such a bitch right now!”
“Because I love you, honey!”
“Ok. I’ll let you live. I’m sorry I’m such a bitch right now!”
He laughed. “You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t take a shower tonight, or you would have just gone ‘Poof!’”
I looked at him, hard.
“I will kill you. I’ll smother you in the night. And no jury in the land will convict me. And, I’m blogging about this.”
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