Ch-ch-ch-changes.......

(Nico and Daddy at Castle Island on Labor Day--moments before barfing ensued.)

The girls skipped a nap for two days in a row, and didn't go to sleep any earlier or sleep in any later. They would skip a nap once in a while a few weeks ago, and at that time I was really hoping they'd just give up the nap and start going to bed around 6.30. (Especially since it'll get dark so early soon--they stayed up 'til 9.30 during the summer when it was still light. Shouldn't this stuff balance itself out?) But, either I'm wickedly PMS (I'm not sure this progesterone stuff is actually helping me), or I am just unable to function without a significant rest myself. They took a short nap today, and I was even able to get up ad clean for about an hour.

They people who came to look at the house are interested ad coming back Tuesday at 5. Which seems innocent enough, but I think I'll have to pack the crew up and head to Providence so I have some backup at dinnertime. The potential buyers were in the house until almost 6.30; we expected them gone at 5.30. I wonder if they could hear the girls screaming as we tried to keep them occupied in the rain in the car with the restless dogs and melting groceries.

Boy am I in a bad mood. I hate being in a bad mood. Chris says I should be in a bad mood so the girls can know feelings are normal (well actually he says something along these lines about us fighting in front of the girls), but I'd rather be cheerful--you know, model cheerfulness.
In the same book that got me to try progesterone (What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About Pre-Menopause), I read that the PMS symptom of being a bitch/saying what's on your mind is a powerful thing that should be honored. I don't know if I'm explaining that well, but in that spirit:

If I have cleaned the house all day, come home and made dinner for you and the girls and not had enough time to eat myself before putting two resisting girls to bed who are smacking me around...HAVE THE DECENCY TO FREAKIN' CLEAN UP THE FEW DISHES LEFT SO THAT WHEN THE GIRLS ARE FINALLY ASLEEP I CAN SIT DOWN WITH YOU AND WE CAN BOTH RELAX TOGETHER AFTER ALL THE HARD WORK WE'VE DONE.

There. Tomorrow I bleed. Oh the power, girls, the power.