Hormonal Hayride

The Internet fast went fairly well today.  It was just a bit of a chore to catch up on all of the blogs at one time, but all is well, and my day was better for it.  At least up to a point.  

I don't normally like to be cliched and talk about "hormones," but I swear mine are having some sort of raging kegger inside my body, causing me to be completely irrational and to feel weird.  Yesterday, I spontaneously started trembling in the early afternoon, which lasted until well after dinner.  I have a tendency to tremble at times, and that alone makes me an emotional mess.  Today early on was very good, although busy.  Then I ventured out of the house to run some errands, buying diapers and such, and started ruminating over some minor events going on, and became so irrationally emotional that I was near tears in the store.  For no reason.  I was even having a logical dialogue in my head to talk me down, to no avail.  (Can one have a "logical" dialogue going on in their head?)  To make matters worse, I had grabbed one of those little $1 buckets of Teddy Grahams for the kids to snack on, and at the checkout counter, Ewan spilled every last one, save maybe ten of them, all over the floor.  The girl behind me, who had already been looking at my children like they were some sort of parasite, got even crankier-looking, and couldn't have stuck her nose further up in the air if Superman had flown by.  The check out lady was less than gracious, and the girl who came to sweep it up was quite irritated that I had made her work for her money.  Then Ewan peeks into the nearly empty cup and says, "I need more."  The evening culminated in Ewan refusing to eat his peas, Bryce backing him up by giving him a piece of chocolate and me shouting, "I don't even know why ya'll have a mother, you can obviously raise yourselves!" and slamming myself into the bedroom, where I flopped on the bed and devoured an InStyle.  

I'm okay now.  Really.