First I slept until like 1pm, then I was happy, then angry, then weepy, then mad at everyone and everything, then had one of those gross cliched cries....you know, with the snot drippin and stickin to everything, then I was in a fuck it all mood! I felt like a failure and was annoyed with everyone giving me unwanted lectures, advice, and to stop treating me like I don't realize how bad diabetes is. I was hurt when my dad didn't invite us to dinner yesterday. I felt trapped by being shut up in the house and by the flea war. I was feeling guilty about not watching a movie with the hubby (instead of stormed off because he was annoying me, enough though he was just trying to do something nice). Then back in the Fuck It All Mood, along with I'M EATIN TWO COOKIES, GLASS OF MILK, AND A BOWL OF GREENBEANS. FUCK G.D.! Then I was happy again. And I'm still happy.
It's been a roller coaster. Oh, then someone on some random Pagan site set me off about Pagan Parenting (when it was completely unintentional on their part; but those preggo hormones make just about EVERYTHING INTENTIONAL). But now I'm good.
Our Little Moon, which now sits on my Deity Shrine.
Hubby bought me Brave, because he felt that I needed a pick me up (even though we REALLY don't have the money for it), we put together a 3D Moon Puzzle (didn't think we were smart enough for that!), and we just ate Chinese. I'm smarter about the carbs things this time around, didn't nearly eat everything this time, so hopefully my BS won't be sky high next test.
EMOTIONAL!!!! Another reason why I can't wait until Lycan decides it's show time. In which case, hubby wants to me take a page out of Juno's book and announce: "THUNDER CATS ARE GO!!!!"