The crazy games, that is. My second batch of Vivelle patches went on Monday night. By Tuesday night I was in full-on bitch mode. Everything the Professor did pissed me off. Everything I looked at in my little house pissed me off. The cats pissed me off. So I retreated to my sewing room to get some craft on.
After 2.5 hours of swearing at my skirt I gave up. Lesson: trying to “fussy cut” a garment while hopped up on Vivelle patches is not a good idea. I was planning to recover my lamp shades tonight but now I’m not sure that is such a great idea… Perhaps I’ll wait to whip out the glue until after all this crazy has subsided.
At 5 a.m. this morning I found myself browsing baby supplies and feeling all happy and optimistic. THIS IS OUR TIME! And then I took a shower and tried to tackle my hair and decided this is not our time. This is going to be only more heart ache. Then the Professor asked if we had an onion and I freaked out. Ten minutes later I was happy as a clam and walking to work. Ugh. It’s going to be a long few weeks.
Also: all I want to do is eat cake. Somebody please cake me.