Around here, that’s what PMS stands for.
Once a month, I am relentless about getting things done. And I slave-drive my poor family. They must be used to it, because if I raise my voice during normal days, the girls get their feelings so hurt that I never hear the end of it. But during the PMS tirades (which are much, much worse—I really should just leave the house instead), they just roll their eyes at me and blatantly ignore me. Which, of course, makes me more upset.
Today was one of those days, and I accomplished a ton (without my husband, even, since he was out and about being all service-oriented helping people move and stuff).
- I folded eighteen gazillion loads of laundry.
- Put away almost that many loads, while making my children do the rest.
- Cleaned out my youngest daugther’s dresser and closet and pulled out everything that is too small for her.
- I made beds.
- Put away the clean dishes.
- Went down to the basement to find the bin of clothing my youngest will fit into.
- Realized the basement storage area is a mess.
- Organized and swept out the basement storage area.
- Also found a better place for our food storage.
- Finally discovered the 4T clothing bin.
- Lugged it upstairs.
- Pulled out everything my daughter can use, put the rest in the Goodwill pile or left it in the bin (wrong season).
- Washed, folded and put away all the above mentioned 4T items.
- Cleaned out the older girls’ closet (drawers will have to wait till next week).
- Helped my oldest clean the upstairs bathroom.
- Paid a few bills.
- Found a candy bar and (oops!) ate it.
- Realized why I am in such a bad mood.
- Ordered math workbooks for the summer.
- Ordered my husband’s Birthday and/or Father’s Day gift.
- Cleaned out underneath my bed.
- Helped the girls straighten the playroom for the upteenth time.
- Fixed a bunch of hairbows that were falling apart.
- Mended one of my youngest’s dresses.
- Studied my YW lesson for tomorrow.
- Finished making the handouts and sewing the temple envelopes. (The envelopes were super easy to make—I just used my own as a pattern and they turned out quite lovely.)(I made two—I have one Young Woman and there will be a visitor tomorrow.)
- Decompressed at the computer.
All of this was interspersed with freaking out at my children for daring to get out a toy or talking too loud or being in the same room with me. Luckily I have my little 3-year-old firecracker who keeps me in line:
“You can’t say that to people, Mommy! That’s really rude!“
I hope they forgive me someday. And in the meantime, I’m putting myself in a time out to read or watch a movie or something. My husband can take care of bedtime. And by can take care of bedtime, I definitely mean he’d better take care of bedtime. And no, my kids are not in bed yet.
Tomorrow will be a much better, if less productive, day.
I’m looking forward to it.