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I got my period about five hours after my last post and promptly took a two hour nap.

From that moment on, the hormones lifted from my mind like a cloud of locusts in search of their next victim, and life settled back to normal. Then things started getting better and better.

Yesterday, through cramps and discomfort, but relative good humor, I took my six-year-old to her first singing lesson. She’s a little young for singing lessons (the teacher sounded a bit hesitant when I called her two days ago), but I knew the kid could sing, even though everyone around me pretty much nods and smiles whenever I suggest she’s a prodigy. And who can blame them? She disguises her voice whenever she sings in front of anyone else.

So, yeah, this lesson wasn’t just for her, it was for me dammit! I needed to know that the quietly perfect singing voice I notice whenever she thinks no one is listening isn’t just the promise of impending senility lodged in my own head.

So after the first 20 minutes of the lesson, my child took a potty break and the teacher approached the dark corner where I hid (because the kid wouldn’t sing with ME in the room) and she had this look on her face….a look of wonder. And she said, “Your child has an amazing gift. I can’t believe she’s only six. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

And I know I speak for every mother out there who suspects their child is a genius in some way or form (because don’t we all?) when I say this..

I KNEW IT!!!

Okay, there, I’m over it. And the kid doesn’t have to do anything with it and I’m definitely not going to put her up in front of Simon or become a crazed stage mom, or start bragging on my various blogs or anything (er, oops). She can sing to me in the car for the rest of her life if that’s as far as she wants to take but, but damn if I didn’t know it!

This morning I woke up to my other child talking and laughing at 6:30 a.m. at the top of her lungs and I thought to myself, “there are a lot worse ways to wake up in the morning.”

AND…I’ve got absolutely NOTHING planned for the weekend. No birthday parties, no long trips to anywhere and almost all high-pressure deadlines filed way this week. So, yeah, the sun is definitely shining again.

Until next month…

Today I’m functioning in a PMS fog of stress and frustration. It’s one of those days where I can’t seem to get anything right.

A client is in a panic because something I did may get her fired. It’s not actually something I did, but something I can’t figure out how to do – and ultimately not my fault, but I can’t fix it, and I should’ve recommended they use a different solution in the first place and now it’s a complete mess.

My daughter is getting headaches and so of course my PMS-brain goes right to the “it’s a tumor!” scenario, but I’m just as stressed at the prospect of her needing glasses because it will require she visits the doctor.

Doctors. Another hugely stressful subject in my life. I recently switched both my kids to a new doctor because their pediatrician’s office was so crowded. I was very pleased with myself because this guy is a family doctor, and seemed very nice. But unfortunately the nurse who gave my 4-year-old her vaccinations last week was a complete idiot. She didn’t prepare the three shots in a neat little row with the band aids ready to go on a tray. As a result, my child had to wait a few minutes in between each shot and bled all over herself waiting for the band aid.

Now my 7-year-old needs to go to the doctor and I have no idea where to take her.

My head hurts, I’m tired, I can’t keep up, I’m making too many mistakes…but I’ll keep trying. What else can I do?