I am in a murderous mood. I get PMT about once a year and when I get it I GET IT bad.
So, Im dealing with a naked 5 year old who has snuck in to the garden to make a mud pie. And a pre-teen who wants to ask my advice on what to do about the fact that her hair wont grow quick enough and 'all' the girls at her school are laughing at her about it (which is a huge exageration of course)She is also slyly sounding me out over her 'holiday shopping' requests.
DP comes home and excitedly tells me that he saw a nutritionist today who, I am pretty convinced, is about 21 and a size 8 with blond hair and feux secretary glasses who's sole aim in life is to steal my man... (first thought of such a nature I have had in the 2 years we've been together) Apparently she has told him that eating carbs after 5pm is pretty much on par with eating Mcdonalds for breakfast lunch and dinner.
So he has suggested that on her advice - the carb fearing bitch - we shouldnt have carbs for dinner any more.
Oh well thats just fucking great. Not good enough that he has a meal that would put heston and delia to shame every night, oh no, now it has to also revolve around some kind of steamed fucking fish and green beans...
I may actually go searching for a Claire Knaw thread just so I can vent some of my anger.... Grrrrrr
Umm... thanks for reading