14, 10 and 9.
Apparently, they all pms at the same. exact. time.
Snipping, yelling, screaming, sarcastic comments, back-biting...and that is all before 6 in the morning. It is a tad insane.
I am trying to learn how to chill out. Take things in stride. Live in a whoosa moment. Kind of like taking a deep breath while in the middle of the riot scene from "House On Haunted Hill" (remake, duh). I'm trying...
but I am not quitting...
At the end of the day, I sorta look like this:
But I'm still here. 10 lb. bag of chocolate in one hand, AK in the other.
So, I say BRING ON THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE BITCHES! I survived three daughters.
I can survive ANYTHING!
Peace, Love and (juicy brains...right here...come and get em) Zombies \IiiI