The whole room is silent. Barry does the smartest thing he's done all morning and just slowly, carefully lets me go and backs away without taking his eyes off me or making any sudden movements.......right out the front door and down the steps where he gets in the van and gets the heck out of there....no goodbye, no kiss. I stand in the middle of the room sobbing while my darling children quickly hustle to get their stuff on and get out to the bus....finally. Even the baby toddles off to nicely watch a show and everyone leaves me to stand in the room, fight the pms demons and feel like an asshole.
So there you have it. What would you rather? 4 boys and all that goes with that? Or 1 redhead with pms and a slight imbalance to begin with? All these blogs, all my woe is me I have too many males in my life moments and it comes down to this......boys, I'm sorry. But you're stuck with me. And I'm the Queen of this castle so put that toilet seat down and pick up your socks or next month, and the month after that, and the month after that, we could play that game again. You have been warned.