PMS (plus some cute Leyla pictures)

Earlier this week, my milk supply went from about 6 ounces of expressed milk in a day down to four. This was my first cue that I would soon be getting a visit from Aunt Flo. Then I pretty much flew off the handle after watching last comic standing. First off, why do they have a guy from the sopranos and a guy from law and order as judges? Yeah, when I think comedy, my mind goes immediately to actors on law and order. I mean, who decided they would make good judges of comedy? Is it really that hard to find someone to judge stand up comedians who actually knows a thing or two about being a comedian? I guess I got all pissed off because I wasted 2 hours of my life watching the stupid show, and then they chose a bunch of not funny comedians to go to the next round and got rid of the only 2 funny ones. I really should know better than to watch TV. It just pisses me off.

So then I started cleaning up the disaster area that I sometimes refer to as my home. Miguel simply laid on the floor like a slug with his eyes closed letting me do all the cleaning (big shocker). It just pisses me off because I spend 9 hours working, and spend an hour commuting, yet I still have to do ALL of the cleaning. Of course he never says I need to clean, but he implies that I have to do it by never lifting a finger to help. If he's not going to clean anything or wash any dishes then that leaves.... oh right, me again. I appreciate that he stays home and watches the kids, but does he really have to be so messy about it? And can he really not lift a finger to help? He doesn't seem to have time to wash a freaking dish, yet he has plenty of time to sit around and listen to music backwards and write down imaginary lyrics all over my stuff.

As I started to write earlier, my mood this evening is the second indicator that I'll soon be receiving a visit from Aunt Flo. I checked my health diary to figure out when my last visit was, and I should be expecting her again tomorrow. That usually fixes my PMS right away.

And I really wanted to make cookies tonight, but the kitchen's too damn dirty for me to be able to do anything at all. That is also contributing to my horrible state of mind.

Anyway, it's getting late, and I should probably refrain from bringin down any one of the 2 people who might actually read this post. So I'll try to end on a good note and post some very cute pictures of Leyla. We call her the "little apple," because instead of the city that never sleeps (the big apple), she is the baby that never sleeps. She goes to bed about 2 hours after Chloe, wakes up an hour before Chloe, and only takes two very short naps during the day.










And a picture of me when I'm not in a bad mood. Sometimes I do have a sense of humor. Check out that bulging bicep. Oh yeah.

And the pictures are all over the place. I'm usually pretty good about that, but I'm tired and i don't want to fix it. Deal with it.

I just had a craving for bubble tape. Anybody remember that stuff? I wonder if they still make it. I think Miguel's hiding from me. I don't really blame him.