Last week I was PMSing, hardcore. Absolutely psycho crazy erratic emotional roller coaster. Hubby didn't want to touch me with a 10 foot pole. During one of my hormonal induced fits, he suggested that maybe we go to church. We haven't been to church in well over a year, since we moved back home and away from the one fellowship I have enjoyed in my 25 years. I'm pondering it and I will probably keep pondering it for a few Sundays. I'll let you know if I make it through the doors.
In reference to my post title, just wanted to share Cashman's enthusiasm with absolutely everything. He celebrates every single thing he does with a very loud, "Yay! I did it!" Drinks all his milk, "Yay! I did it!" Remembers to wipe his booty, "Yay! I did it!" Steals a toy from his big bro, "Yay! I did it!" It's inspiring how little it takes to make him happy and I think I need to take a cue from him.
Also this morning I got a call from the Monster's Kindergarten teacher. At first I panicked, then I wondered what in the heck he had done, but not to worry. He just sold the most raffle tickets on the boy's side so he gets to be the Kindergarten Representative at the Fall Festival tomorrow evening. He has to escort the girl representative during the awards. I hope he can keep it together, cause dudeman has a tendency to lock up in public. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Food Diary Update:
Lunch was a tuna sandwich (1/2 can) on whole wheat bread with one slice of provolone and lettuce.
I'm about to eat some grapes.