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It Might be PMS


It might be PMS.

There is always the possibility that it is in fact PMS.

However, there comes a time in every mother’s life that “ENOUGH is ENOUGH!”

Yes there is some truth to the fact that this time occurs with some monthly regularity.  However, the fact remains that sometimes my family is in need of a little butt whooping.

For example, I do not believe that PMS is the cause of every garbage can in the house spilling garbage onto the floor. Really, when you put trash in the garbage can and it jumps out and on to the floor it is time to take the trash out.

Yes, I may holler and yell, and eyes roll as they stare at the calendar, but this does not change the fact that the trash is all over the floor. Surrounding the very full trashcan. This is not rocket science.

I fear for the future of children who do not recognize the signs of a full trashcan. If they can’t grasp this basic and obvious fact should I really allow them out of the house?

Also, if there is a pile of clean and unfolded laundry on the sofa, is it too much to ask NOT to sit on the clean clothes. I’m not asking you to fold them just DON’T sit on them. Also, is putting away your OWN clean clothes that difficult? They are sitting there clean, folded, and waiting for YOU to put them away.

Is the ten feet journey so difficult that it can’t be done? Will you die? Are you to weak? Should I call the doctor?

Frankly, I don’t care what day of the month it is maybe the reason for PMS is to remind our families that we are moms. Not a personal maid service! The time of the month where we have just the right amount of hormones to kick but and remind everybody to fly straight.


Now do me a favor and go to tell someone to take out the trash. I need some chocolate. 
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SAS said…
Dude, I am exactly, completely, entirely RIGHT THERE WITH YOU!!!
April 26, 2010 at 8:04 PM
Heather Bowles said…
My family is feeling the effects of this exact post, right know. Oh, how I am feed up with it all. GRRRRRR!
April 27, 2010 at 7:49 AM
Me, Myself and I said…
Yes, your kids will DIE. A sad, terrible death brought on by their Mother. You probably SHOULD call the doctor - you'd have a better chance at getting him to take the trash out.
April 27, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Angie said…
Seriously. It's the EXACT same at my house. How full does it have to be for someone else but me to take it out? Must be fuller than it has ever been, because I think I ALWAYS take it out. But what bugs me even more is that we have two garbage cans in my kitchen - one under the sink and one under our bar. My dear, sweet husband, without fail every single day, will get the garbage can from under the sink and put it right next to the one under the bar. WHY? WHY? WHY? I don't understand it? So we can have two FULLER THAN FULL garbage cans right next to each other? Grrr! Drives me crazy. I hate garbage almost as much as I late laundry. It's a pretty close one.
April 28, 2010 at 12:04 PM
Diana said…
It's brain damage I tell you - brain damage.
April 30, 2010 at 10:06 AM
kathryn said…
Hey!
This post is soooo right on the money! Especially the kids sitting on the clean clothes...what is that about?? I launder and fold da boys' clothes and all they have to do is put them away...but they never do.
(Insert big, dramatic sigh here.)
I completely and totally feel your pain. We should start a club!
Cheers!
April 30, 2010 at 7:48 PM
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