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I am in a foul mood.

I got up this morning to a menstrual deluge. Not unanticipated as this is Day 3, but it did not stay in its lane, prompting the necessity of having a shower first thing. Not my typical Saturday morning, but okay.

THEN, I was getting pestered by the four-footed things for food and treats (Sunny gets treats every morning to help with pill-taking), and the two-footed thing for breakfast. It was stupidly frustrating. Why do cats insist on trying to get into the refrigerator when it's opened? THERE'S NOTHING IN THERE FOR YOU, CAT. FUCK OFF.

Added to this the simple fact that all I wanted was something to eat and a chance to breathe and that wasn't going to be a thing until everyone else's needs were met. And yes, the cats were fed, pilled, and the boxes cleaned, and the kid was fed (he really should be feeding himself) before I could put the kettle on and have some toast.

TL;DR - I am easily irritated because hormones.

And just because my life wasn't messed up enough, I now have to deal with the menstrual hormonal rollercoaster on top of all of the hospital funness. Oh joy.

I want off the hormonal rollercoaster. No, really. I'm done now. Last night, after feeling glum all day, I burst into tears because the pasta sauce I was making splashed, spewing droplets of tomato sauce like lava all over the stove and with a few landing on me.

I realize that it will take a few months *after* I give birth before my hormones find a more even keel. And the fun just never stops...:P

I'm also trying to figure out why "poopie" has become my new favourite curse word. Maybe because it's silly and maybe because it's just so darned fun to say.