  I'm so tired. Life caught up with me in a bad way. I feel like the astronauts when they come back from space, when gravity hits them for the first time after being weightless for so long.
I have 23-day cycles, and you wouldn't think that extra five days makes a big difference, but it does. I'm basically left with three very different weeks. The week before my period I'm typically PMS-y, the week during my period I'm recovering, but still shell shocked, and the week between the two is a desperate spurt of activity in an effort to accomplish what I can before the next wave hits. It leaves me feeling frenetic, being whipped about by my hormonal rollercoaster. Five days of steady would really be nice.
I could do a lot with five days. This weekend I was complaining about it to John, telling him how lucky he is that he's steady all the time. He set me straight, he told me I need my frenzy. And he's right. Somewhere between the highs and lows is where passion is born. Passionate highs and passionate lows. My own personal yin and yang. Without it, I wouldn't have my creativity, my spark.
I guess this hormonal freakshow is my muse. But man, is she a bitch. I was almost going to be the best mom in the world today. I found out that the Fifth Ward branch library was offering a teach your baby pre-reading skills program this morning and I was planning on attending. Ellie saved my lazy, hormonal rear though by falling sound asleep at the very moment I should have been packing her into the car. Maybe next time. I found out the Heights library has a nice Tuesday morning program schedule. I've been desperate to find something since Miss Gail left the Montrose library. She was amazing. Where are you Miss Gail!!!
Maybe I'll try the Heights library next Tuesday, today I'm just bone tired. 
