Where are my no-crazy pills? Gawd. I need 'em.

The days leading up to my monthly "visitor" are...uh...let's see...how do I say...HELLISH? Oh yeah they are. And every month when I get to this point, I don't realize what it is I'm actually dealing with until the crazy hormones are about to leave the building. Why? Why can't I just recognize it immediately and come to terms with it. Nope. It'd be too easy.

I went to Target today and probably complained about 13 things to Keith while I was driving there. Luckily, Keith humors me and lightens my mood. But, that's not so easy to do in person. I told him I was definitely buying a bottle of wine to crack open after the kids went to bed tonight. He told me to not open it in the store because he could picture me asking a Target Team Member for a plastic cup. I'd like to see them try and stop me.