  ugh. I hate periods.  I go through loving it when I have a semi- normal cycle that comes right on que. to this,  hating it.
 Why does my body have to be so messed up?  I think this is what I really hate. my cramps have been on and off all weekend and it really is driving me nuts.  I don't understand it and it worries me. one more thing to take up with the endo in a couple weeks.  So,
 hubby and I had a knock out fight on Friday ( I can't remember but I'm almost positive. yeah,  it was Friday.  Anyway,  Lis called from LA to talk to me about her new job.
I miss her so much!  She sounds like she is having an awesome time. anyway,  she had missed my blogs about all the mil drama before she left. so now she won't be able to read them until she comes back home. I tried to sum it up for her and,
 at some point,  something was said which hubby believes Lis called his mommy psycho. I don't remember it. maybe she said it,  more likely I said it. but,
 yes,  we are all agreeing,  mom= psycho.  He was NOT happy!  He thinks that is like the pot calling the kettle black (
he thinks my family has our own issues. which we do!  and he doesn't appreciate me talking to my sis about his mom being crazy.  Then. I burned the steaks because I wasn't paying attention while I was talking on the phone. B REFUSED to eat the mashed sweet potatoes.
basically,  we all had melt downs. B was sent to bed and had all of his toys taken away ( yeah,  crazy,  I know.
then hubby and I came down here to start screaming at each other. ugh.  He basically told me that never in our years together has he heard me admit I might be wrong so he should just shut the fuck up and not say anything. I told him to go live a psycho life with his family in TC. and asked him to leave. I also threatened divorce at some point.
mature,  don't you think?  Well,  he left. for an hour. but it was a LONG hour.
to which I did actually psycho analyze myself. and,  I need to go back and ask him if he really thinks that or if he only said it because he was mad.  He came back. we made up. everything's hunky-
dorey. I feel really bad.  I think I have come so far with the temper/ swearing/ name calling/ threatening bs and then I just allow myself to go over the edge.
I apologized to which he accepted.  Okay. but do I really think I am always right?  Ummm. I don't know.  I am a highly opinionated person,
 yes,  but I don't think I am always right. do I?  See,  I know I USED to do that but I didn't think I was that way anymore. I actually think that every person is a set of circumstances that make them who they are and influence the choices they make and the way they live their lives.
who am I to question/ judge someone?  I have not lived in their shoes,  nor have they lived in mine. my mommy would be so disappointed.  She is of the opinion that almost,
 if not all,  things are black and white. I think we live in a mostly fuzzy gray world.  The point is,  if I do behave like this,  I feel really bad.
I mentioned to hubby that there aren't a lot people who I really care to know what they think of me. he is the number one person I care about. I don't want him to think that I have this over the top opinion of myself in which I am right and he is wrong all the time. obviously,  it happens naturally a lot of the time. haha!
 As for the birthday. as hubby said,  we are on plan D.  The master plan:  VEGAS. shot down because of money needed for cruise.
plan A:  Big birthday party. gone,  hubby doesn't want a huge crowd just for him. plan B:  A family party.
no good,  I told hubby I am willing to invite his family but I think he is thinking it won't work. could be true but I feel bad,  it is HIS birthday. plan C:  His brother and sil coming down for the weekend.
now,  this one is not completely out but gets a little tricky. I guess I will call the sil and tell her party is out and dance around the issue if they still want to come down.  Hubby would love to spend time with his bro but don't want his parents upset they weren't invited. makes sense,  but I don't really care how they feel right now.
SO,  if that doesn't work ( or maybe I will go in correlation with plan C)  is plan D:  a baseball game. hubby has been wanting to go see the Tigers play for quite some time and ironically,
 they do have a game on his birthday. I don't know if it is a " real"  game or a pregame,  but does it matter that much?  Oh,
 yeah. mil is a fruitcake. she actually asked hubby if we would come up for Easter when they were on the phone. I TOLD him that she would assume I was just going to get over what happened!
