Monday was a bad day. For some reason, my PMS symptoms now seem to hit me nearly a week before AF shows her ugly face. They used to hold off until a couple of days before the flood. And I don't know why, but the few times I get the urge to clean seem to coincide with PMS. And that means I'm usually a weeping mess before I've really accomplished anything. Noisy sobs, face down on the bed, railing at God, all of that. Why can't I get a job, why can't I have a family, why don't I have a decent house to live in, why is my small house jam-packed with G's many hobbies, why am I such a failure? It was like that. At least I recognize that it was mostly PMS. I did get some cleaning done, and today, I'm painting the bathroom. It will get better.

On the plus side, after all my crying, I had an inspiration for second cheesy song for cheesy movie, and then ordered pizza.

I think I need to get into some kind of club--a women's club, cards, something. I have church groups, but unfortunately, church is adding stress lately. I'm on the committee that deals with staff issues, hiring, firing, etc., and things have gotten a bit sour. There are staff issues and it's sometimes difficult to keep both a Christian and a business perspective.