Friday, October 23, 2009
The Monster Within
Once a month, I'll let you figure out the significance of that, there lives a monster in my body. It takes over all the space and then grabs a knife and tries to stab at the back of my left eye. This in turn makes my face go numb. Doesn't that monster know I don't enjoy the pain? I can't function. I can't clean. I can't cook. I don't really even want to interact with anyone. I just want to curl up on the couch with a blanket, a coke, some excedrin and close my eyes and shut out the rest of the world. I'm crabby and miserable and, gosh darn it, that seems to be when my kids want to demand the most attention, and the one time a month that they want to be touchy feely. As I growl, "GET AWAY" (the monster also takes over all verbalization) I am plagued by my mom guilt. I try really, really, really hard to overcome the monster within. But they know...their dad tells them...and I just want to punch him in the face.