Hand me back my head please....

I think that, after years of having relatively stress free times, PMS has set in at Casa Dawg. What else can explain my turning into the she-bitch from hell this last week?

I have been ultra-sensitive to the least little comment. Everything that HB said was subject to interpretation and analysis. On Saturday morning I was leaving for a meeting, and as I was getting ready to go, I called out "bye" to HB and the kids. No answer. I chortled out a second time - still no answer. I became demonically possessed at that point, screeching out to myself (since obviously no one was listening) "byyyye Sandy....have a GREAT day!" and punctuating my response to myself with a massive slamming of the front door on the way out.

I immediately felt remorse - even before I had my truck backed out onto the road. So, when my cell phone rang 10 minutes later, I sheepishly answered. HB said he was on his way out from the kitchen to give me a kiss goodbye before my head started spinning around and doors started slamming.

This is but one example of what our week here was like.

It has been suggested by several in the know that perhaps I am entering a perimenopausal state, explaining the completely screwed up hormones. I have also been incredibly forgetful and this last week's period lasted longer than any I've ever had. Ever.

Hmmm....any good news? Well, I've hit the 30 lb loss mark. I am officially able to buy in the normal size person clothing stores now, and celebrated that this weekend by buying three new outfits. One even has a belt. A belt! Do you know how long it's been since I've worn a belt?

Oh yeah. I gave away all my maternity clothes this weekend. And felt really ok with doing that.

Carry on while I go await the next mood swing.

Reverse Fertility Ass-vice (literally)

Couldn't resist posting this one....sorry.

My sad little life...

I am one of those annoying people that keeps her old calendar from one year to the next. We have one calendar in the kitchen that holds all the various appointments, band gigs, rehearsals, visits from friends, basketball and hockey practices for Frodo and Mini-Me. I also have one up here in my office that holds my school assignment deadlines, personal appointments, family milestones, birthdays, and other celebrations.

In my commitment to decluttering, I threw both of these out - right in the garbage. And Murphy's Law has prevailed.

I need them back.

I took the Banana to the vet today as she was scheduled to be spayed. You may recall that when she arrived on a Thursday in October, I immediately made an appointment for the following Wednesday for her spay procedure, only to be foiled by an unexpected experience of having a Newf in heat on our hands! The procedure obviously had to be cancelled, and we got the treat of putting maxi pads on a large dawg for several weeks.

So we waited the requisite number of weeks and dropped her off today at 8:00 a.m. I arrived at work at 9:00 a.m., and had a call from the vet at 9:15 a.m.

The pre-op tests indicated that she is going back into heat and so they could not perform the spay. Now, I don't mind an overachiever, but two heats in less than three months is a bit much there Mz Fanna Banana!

When I went to pick her up at the end of the day, the vet and I got chatting. As we did the math backwards, we're now wondering if indeed she is going into heat, or still not far enough out of her last heat.

And of course, I don't have my calendars so I can't swear to her end date.

Because yes, pathetically, I was reduced to even tracking my dawg's periods on the calendar.

I have a sad little life ..... just sad. Can you beat that?