Caution: Girly Stuff Ahead
So, are you wondering what happened to the happy-go-lucky gal you've known and loved for almost a year? Where did that writer go that's always so funny even when she's fussing about her kids? Where's the humor, dadgum it!
Some of you know that my sweet hubby is working evening during the cotton season and we don't get to see him much. He typically works 10 hour days, 6 days a week. (I'll NEVER understand how single moms do it) This just leaves me and my two little ones to battle it out until bedtime. (I am currently in battle with Kenny over Bible Bowl homework.) Making every decision and inflicting every punishment (I mean administering all the discipline) wears me out.
I'm also convinced that my hormones are bottoming out and not jumping up into the happy zone like they're supposed to do. Our word for the day is Perimenopause. I'm pretty sure I'm living in Perimenopause and it's fun quotient is very low. I'm sleepy alot and down-in-the-dumps alot. I want to eat but only junk (NO Little Debbies may enter my house!) Mostly I want to lay in my bed with the covers over my head and wait until Jim rescues me. Poor Jim.
So, don't forsake me dear readers and friends. This too shall pass. The Shift Change will come along in its own time. God will provide.
What happened on Wednesday? I dyed my hair - good bye grey roots - and Sisterly Shine came over to clean my house. They were even allowed in my bathroom and bedroom (I tried to stop them) and I can now see the top of my dresser. It's a lovely shade of brown. Laughing together is the best medicine and we did plenty of that.