Nothing is going as planned…..and that’s a whole lot to take on top of PMS…..or maybe that’s why it seems so big?
I left work an hour late, which doesn’t bother me…I get my Wednesdays…. My yoga festival was canceled because of all of the forecasted rain…rescheduled for Sunday where there is still rain just not as heavy. I have my writing class on Sunday?
I thought that maybe I could salvage my Saturday and make a hair appointment to get my silver highlights….sadly….she is off tomorrow…. No yoga…no new hair….and I don’t have a boat to get out of my driveway…..yikes!
I came home from work and the boy didn’t cut the grass….my head spun around briefly….I cut the grass…..I was beyond angry…. It took me five minutes to figure out how to get the damn tractor to go into reverse…..the push mower is much easier. The grass looked better when I took care of it and I didn’t have a tractor….I cut the grass and the girl brought out the burnables. I finally torched that crate from Italy since it is highly unlikely that I will get chickens. So technically….this is an Italian bonfire… The boy came home early from work…..guilt I am sure…..I know he stressed about it. We are supposed to get another 2 inches of rain tomorrow….the grass needed cut.
I started out pretty upset…I seem to have worked off my mad…..hopefully my PMS stays on board. Have a great weekend……Zia