Hormonal

Twice this week big chain grocery store employees have made me want to rip their faces off. Hmmm, there’s probably actually more effort and gore involved in that than I want to deal with. I wouldn’t mind stomping on their foot really really hard though.

WalmartWednesday was minor but annoying. I was at, drum roll please, Wal-Hell, when The Incident occurred. I purchased just a few items and one was too big for a bag. It was a big ass child safety gate. Not exactly something I could hide.

Leaf by Lacey AKA pieceoflaceI feel as though my life is standing still. Waiting. Waiting. For a train to pass. For a leaf to fall. For a baby to be born. My baby as it were. My second and last baby to arrive in 10 to 13 weeks. She’s not ready for the world and I’m not ready for her but my life stands still until she arrives. She, to be born for the first time, me for about the 6th. A new chapter to my life. A new beginning. A new person I will become. Then I will begin again to define this thing called me. From where does this transcendental BS hail? Jamie would say I’m just hormonal. Perhaps.