PMS is a real bitch.
In the past two days I've swung from one mood to another. I finally picked up some prim rose oil, I hope to God it works. I'm either ready to kill some one or weepy. FUCK!
Last night a couple in their middle to late 50's came in for dinner with their developmently disabled son. There is Steve and I when we get that age. I've come to the sad realization that Pudd'n will never be able to live on his own. He will always live with us and when we die, will have to live in some sort of assited care. This depresses me so much. I had so much hope that he'd be a lot further along than he is. Yes, he's made some great improvements, but it's just not where I thought he'd be at this point in his life.
Right now I just want to crawl in to bed and stay there all day. I just don't feel like dealing with life right now.