I was a week late for my Lady Time. I am never late. Ever.
My tata’s are tender even though Lady Time ended a week ago.
I’m weepy as sh*t.
I’ve got a crazy mad Peeps craving.
My husband didn’t kiss me good night one night and so naturally I think he’s having an affair with a 28 year old Victoria’s Secret model.
I ate 5 Pillsbury cinnamon rolls yesterday.
My middle is expanding like Homer Simpson’s beer belly.
I’ve got a crazy mad chocolate bunny craving.
I have been alternately sad/mad for many, many days now.
I’m 41. I think I’m a little young, but eh, whatever.
And before you even say it, no I’m not pregnant. The husband got snipped after #3 was born (and yes, I know that sometimes it grows back or whatever. Shut up). So that leaves menopause or crazy. Flip a coin because really, it could be either one at this point.