9/12/08 - Don't Mess With PMS!

I’ve been a crabby, bitchy mess this week, and I HATE it!  I’m taking B-Complex vitamins by the truckload, trying to get enough sleep (Amanda’s been waking every hour), and have a steady supply of Advil and chocolate at my disposal.  Still, little things get under my skin too easily and I find myself snapping at Dave and the kids far more often than necessary. They say a person’s character is revealed by the person you are when under pressure. If that’s true, then I’m one sorry mother right now. 

 

What set me off this morning was a simple call to the homeowner’s association for our condo in San Diego.  We gave them our new address, but they’ve still been sending everything to our old apartment.  I called them this morning to correct the error, but they won’t talk to me because I’m not Dave.  “We’re sorry, our records show that your name isn’t on the title”.   Apparently when we refinanced a couple years ago, they took my name off “temporarily” because it was easier to do the paperwork, and then forgot to put it back.  (Maybe Dave’s trying to edge me out? LOL!)  Dave has been working crazy hours for months and hasn’t had time to fix it.  So I told this lady, “I’m the one who pays the bills in this house, and if you want your money, you’ll talk to the woman who writes the checks!”  Of course she refused, so I told her she’ll just have to wait then, because my husband works 70 hours a week and has more important things to do than track her down for an address change, and hung up!  Grrrr!   Maybe it’s time for another thyroid check.