Watch Out, the Hormones are Flying!

This morning I woke up alright, but things rapidly went down hill. Call it what you will; I will call it hormones. The kids woke up fighting. That didn't help. Husband and I had words over a phone call that needed to be made, and the noise level in the living room. That didn't help either. It was stormy and that was just the icing on the cake.

I was a basket case by the time I left for town (Fridays are town days). Luckily Husband didn't need anything from town and Baby Girl was out of school, so I got to make the trip solo. If you have children you will understand just how wonderful it is to be allowed to run errands without 3 small, demanding, winy people in tow. If you do not have children, think of me and enjoy your errand time.

After renting enough movies to last me through the week (including Memoirs Of A Geisha), I went to the store to shop in peace and quiet. It's funny how isolated one can feel at Wal-Mart on a Friday! No one yelled, "I want to go home!" No one took off their shoes and threw them on my fresh loaf of bread. No one demanded I buy anything chocolate covered. I looked at fabric, picked out beads to make some jewelry to match my outfit for Inkling's wedding, found things I was looking for, and didn't buy things we didn't need. I didn't have to look at the fish tanks or detour miles around the toy aisle. No one looked at me with that "Can't you control your children" look. And mine was not the loudest cart in the store.

The next time you see that mother in the store that is frazzled and worn thin, the one who's children keep running away from her and throwing 2 pound bags of M&M's in her cart while she's not looking, the one who looks like she may need a week at a spa, look closer. She just may be me...But not today. Today I was the put together young woman breezing through the store without a care in the world beyond which brand of cereal to buy.

And to top it all off, Spring has Sprung. March is heading out like that proverbial lamb. A green mist of tiny leaves is moving through our woods. The Creeping Charlie is dusting the fields a beautiful shade of purple. The Winter Wheat is tall enough to look like a green ocean of waves every time the wind blows. In a few weeks the light will be filtering a lovely yellow green through the trees and I will be in paradise. Until then, I will watch my movies and enjoy my children...At least until my hormones bottom out again and you find me weeping in the corner behind the entertainment center.