Really? Come on...REALLY?

It's finally Friday. It's supposed to be a good day. Decent weather, picnic dinner plans, fireworks. It's SUPPOSED TO BE a good day.

It is 9am, and already it feels like things are crumbling.

My dad called and is canceling plans to walk in the parade. Trouble is, he sounds really really bummed about it and so I feel like I should try to convince him it will be fine. I haven't called him back because I'm struggling with my own grumbles.

My moontime started. It isn't my imagination; I've now mapped it on the calendar, and my cycle is 22 days long. TWENTY-TWO, including my fricken moon. Break that up, and it's 6-7 days of bleeding (and three of those are HEAVY...I'm still losing about 14-16 oz per moon, which is how much you give when you donate blood, and they only let you come back every 8 weeks), cramps, and achy pussy; 8-10 days of reasonable normality; and then 5 days of slippery slope moodiness/PMS. Is it any wonder I feel like crap so much lately? *sigh* I'm giving up and I'm going to see about seeing the doctor again, probably for Mirena. I'm really kinda bummed about having to get back on hormones, but this is crazy.

I also haven't made any progress on the therapist thing. I desperately want it to just be my hormones are just out of wack and getting on new meds will make this all go away. Right?

I've been trying to run a load or two of laundry every day, and it is STILL piling up. I'm behind on chores because we've been out so much.

Beloved told me to see about actualizing a baby-sitting swap, and the other mom I was talking to about it is hedging on actual dates. I've tried! I offered to take her daughter twice, and her response has been non-committal or that they already have plans. *sigh* I get that...I can point to our own calendar and I understand. I'm just not sure how else to make this happen. I WANT to do a baby-sitting swap...but no one else seems interested. I'm thinking about making a flyer to hand out at Boy's classes, but that seems obviously desperate.

Beloved's been really stressed out lately because work is yanking him in eight directions at once. I can't help, and I feel like all of my drama and issues are a huge burden. I'd guess he's feeling the same way because because he doesn't talk to me about it, but then there's almost always a shock when he starts talking about work with other people over dinner.

Girl is teething and has taken to screaming her frustration, drama, and general dissatisfaction. This morning, she yanked my glasses off and the frame broke. I don't have an extra pair, so I will have to deal with taped up glasses for a week.

I'm having a hard time keeping Boy entertained all of the time, and I feel like he's plugging into the video games every second we are home. In the last four days, we have gone to Brookfield Zoo, had math and soccer classes, gone to the Adler Planetarium, gone to different three parks, gone to the mall, gone to Grandma's house, and gone to a friend's house. I'm exhausted and first thing he asks in the morning is for video games or to go to somebody's house.

Seriously? What the FUCK am I supposed to be doing? How do other people do it? Cause I am really not coping very well.