I swear I have been going through more hormonal mood swings lately, and these past couple of days have been REALLY BAD! It's a good thing I haven't posted anything until now.

The best way to describe how I've been to Hubby and all three kids?

Buffy the Wonder Bitch!

Everyone and everything was setting me off! Tuesday was really bad because Kid #1 was being a total pain in the ass. It didn't help that I needed to get to a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning and I needed everything to run like clockwork.

But it didn't, and the entire day SUCKED!

Yesterday was a little better. I was still dealing with kids who weren't listening, but that afternoon I had an interesting experience. I took them to Target after I had picked up Kids # 1&2 up from school. They had been pretty decent while I shopped and I ended up in line behind a woman with a 6 or 7 year old boy. I was calmly trying to get #3 to stop whining about being tired by deflecting every "PLEASE!" coming from #1 as he was continuously asking me for a soda. The woman gave me an astonished look and said something to the effect of, "I don't know how you do it with three kids." I told her I had my moments and she gave me a little 'We're not worthy!' sign to me while adding, "I have a hard enough time with one!"

It helped make Buffy the Wonder Bitch go away . . . at least for a little while.

Then everything came to a head last night . . . I was facing a kitchen I hadn't been able to clean in 3 days, the house was a disaster, and NO ONE was helping me.

Hubby always says, "If you need help, just ask."

Yeah . . . right. Didn't you just hear me? I'm Buffy the Wonder Bitch!

I was so overwhelmed with everything that was going on this week (in addition to being blindsided by PMS) that I really COULDN'T ask for help.

Lucky for me . . . just as I was about to lose it last night, Hubby came over and took the dish brush out of my hand as said, "You go upstairs. I'll finish it."

And finish it he did.

God does work in strange and mysterious ways . . . like bringing me that woman in Target . . . and giving me a DAMN GOOD man!