PAWS & PMS?!
Sitting in the middle of a little chaos after a morning of rehearsal (another show overlapping with my opening tonight). Came home and the kids are basket cases because they didn’t go to bed until 11:15 last night. The hubs is using his sharp voice because the kids are asking for me over him (frustrates and breaks his heart). I am in the middle of some of the worst PMS in a long while (sorry, men), and I think it’s complicated because of the PAWS. I’m irritated and cranky and quick to react and have been for 36 hours. I was an asshole to my kids yesterday, and dress rehearsal was good but the day and the hours leading up to it were so stressful. I feel like I need to shed my skin right now. Gah. Fuck. Grr. and Blow it out your ass, world. And PAWS. And womanhood/hormones. Fuck all y’all.
Oh, and the cast went out for beers last night while I wrestled my kids to bed. Jealous and frustrated about that, too.
Feeling like a monster the size of the Chrysler Building.
Day 19. A dark cave, a pillow, and a movie (Notting Hill?) would be nice right about now.