PMDD Can Suck It

I have PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder).

I have read that PMDD is PMS times a zillion.

That was a quote from a doctor, not someone who suffers from PMDD.

I quite agree with that doctor.

Actually, I think that doctor is an absolute genius.

Today my PMDD is rearing its big, fat, ugly head.

You may have heard of the funny meanings of PMS; Pass My Shotgun, Pester My Spouse, Potential Murder Suspect.

But what about PMDD?

Popping My Depression Drugs, Pardon My Detestable Demeanor, or Probable Murder; Downright Defendable seems most fitting.

It's days like this that make me totally okay with the fact that some animals eat their young and certain insects kill their mates.

For Sale: Two Boys

The boys have been driving me crazy lately.

I'm sure it's their age. I'm sure it's this stage of their development. But seriously? Military school has been in the forefront of my mind these days. Either that or I'm auctioning them off on Ebay.

W. has been having focusing issues. Again. His homework that should take an hour, is taking HOURS. His grades are all over the place. We've crawled up his ass again, so we are more aware of when he has tests. We study, study, study with him and yet, though he seems to know the material, he'll still sometimes come home with a low grade. And then the next time, he'll ace it.

It's confusing the hell out of me.

T. has been going through a rebellious, obnoxious, whiny, "I hate you" stage. Quite honestly, I believe that the child that has always been my easiest, has been abducted by aliens.

And the roughhousing! Oy!

That is ALL they do. It is constant. And without fail, T. will get hurt. He engages in it, laughing away, and within minutes, the crying starts.

There is a four and a half year age difference and never mind the fact that W. doesn't always know how to stop the wheels in motion. Sometimes he doesn't get when enough is enough.

Please someone tell me that they are going to grow out of this. Tell me this too shall pass.

Mama needs a cocktail.