There’s really nothing more wonderful than seeing a coworker at Costco, where the two things in your cart are contact solution and a mega box of tampons.

Especially when they’re scented tampons.

Because then you know he has to be thinking, “That’s a high class dame, right there.”

Oh yeah. 

I apologize now for any contact anyone may have had with me this week, and will go ahead and preemptively apologize for any contact someone may have with me in the near future.

I am just a grouch as of late.

There is no reason.  Okay, work has been stressing me out this week.  But it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.  And the baby?  He’s perfect.  Happy, so much fun, and a great little bundle of boy.  My marriage?  Awesome.  Couldn’t be better.

THEN WHY IN THE HELL DO I KEEP SNAPPING PEOPLE’S HEADS OFF?

Now, I’ve done what I can.. I know myself well enough to figure that I’m acting this way and the best defense is a good offense, so to speak.  I’m staying to myself.  I’m not really conversing.  I’m trying my best to just get by.

BUT PEOPLE KEEP TALKING TO ME.

I confessed all of this to Bryan last night, and all he had was that maybe it’s a touch of post-partum depression.  This pissed me off. (What hasn’t, as of late?) But to say it’s something as blanketed as that is like saying any woman who is upset MUST be PMSing.

Case-in-point: (more…)