Hormonal Tendancies - And Star Wars Day

I. Am. Hormonal.

I drive myself nuts. All day long I clean and work and work and clean, and it does me no good. The house is dirty in seconds. I'm not sure how it happens. Where did the dirt come from? My husband is good at keeping it outside, and my daughter and I were inside all day long. The clothes are all clean, the floors were all cleaned and mopped yesterday, and yet they feel grimy to my feet this morning. Why?

It is DRIVING ME INSANE!

Crumbs appear seemingly from nowhere and end up in all corners of the house in seconds. Corners that we never even went to! What... how? I sweep, do dishes, clean up toys... every single evening after M is put to bed. So, morning comes, and everything seems ok. Until breakfast. Then the crumbs arrive, and they infiltrate every nook and cranny of my formerly clean house. So I clean everything again when M goes down for a nap. Silence. Cleanliness. Finally. For 5 minutes. And then it starts all over again.

Oh, and my house smells like supper (man... is that a hormonal thing to say? I HATE the lingering meal smells... especially smoked meat smells, for some reason, blech). Sausage. That is all I smell right now. I even baked a brownie and the sausage smell is beating that one into submission. Aargh!

I think I need a vacation from this house... the drippy faucet, the crumb attracting floors, the siege the toys make moments after I've tidied them...

AARGH!

Anyway...

They say today is Star Wars day... you know... "May the 4th be with you" and all that? Yeah. So I made brownies from my husband's Star Wars Cookbook (Wookie Cookies I think it is called). Good brownies. Funny name (Bossk Brownies). Bad crumbs. I need a lightsaber wielding Jedi in here to banish the dirt for good!

Too bad I didn't buy my husband that lightsaber I was looking at years ago.

At least my daughter loves to watch Clone Wars with my husband. I don't know why... tv does NOT interest her in the least... unless it's that Clone Wars cartoon! It's quite funny actually. So, she sits with hubs in the living room watching the Clone Wars Marathon while I do dishes and sweep floors (again) and clean up toys. That is, until everything is cleaned up. I'm not sure how she knows, but in an instant she drags them all over the place again. Won't play with the ones already on the floor in the living room, she's gotta go after the ones she discarded earlier that I just put away so I could sweep.

Is it the same in your house?

I'm off track again... let's see... Star Wars...

Did you know it was Star Wars Day today? My husband found out on Facebook. He was quite enthralled with the idea. I figured it sounded fun... makes things a little more interesting in the house anyway, if I can find ways to make 'Star Wars' happen in this house.

Wait. What am I saying. I married INTO all things Star Wars. (you should see that boy's collection of books... 80+ Star Wars Novels... he has all the DVD's (many courtesy of me), shirts, toys, Lego... yeah... no difficulty making things 'Star Wars'y' around here).

All I need now is a Chewbacca ring tone and some Princess Leia and Han Solo costumes and we'd be set. Unless my husband would rather dress as Luke... or Vader... or something...

My poor daughter is upset again. We've been dealing with colds (yeah... I finally caught the one she's had since Friday), and she's got an eye tooth poking through (at least I think it is... it's hard to tell sometimes). Poor girl... coughing at night, runny nose throughout the day... the runs most mornings that end up on her sleeper (although not the last two nights, praise the Lord!), and I have no idea how to help her. All I can do is put a little Vaseline on her nose to help with the soreness (from wiping it so often), and a little Vicks on a tissue in her room to help her breathe a bit (hopefully). And not give her milk. She's eating mostly applesauce, toast, crackers, and bland foods (veggies in there too). It is so hard. I feel so... helpless. I'm trying to get her to drink more liquids, but because she has to breathe through her mouth, she's uninterested in anything else going in there. So, we've mixed her water with apple juice and try to get her to finish off at LEAST one full sippy per day (I'm lucky if I get 2... really lucky...).

Sorry... this post is all over the place. I guess that goes with the hormones I've had lately.

Anyway... all I can say is that I guess I'm feeling a little... hormonal. Crazy, even. Insane, if you will. Every braxton has me guessing (never did that with M... am I not trusting God enough with this one?), my cleaning leaves me much to be desired (because it won't stay clean... but isn't that a bit petty of me?), and I REALLY want this kid before mother's day. Because otherwise I just KNOW I'll be in the hospital on our anniversary. I don't really want BOTH our kids to be sharing their birthdays with someone/some other 'special' day. Really. Is that strange? I think it might be strange... or maybe selfish...

Perhaps I should go to bed early tonight...