I actually got to see Sex and The City last night, with a girlfriend, as my sister kindly agreed to babysit at the last minute. I haven't watched the show for awhile, so it was really fun to get all re-caught up in those crazy Manhattanites' lives. And there were some really wonderful moments, my favorite obviously being the scene in which Carrie runs into Charlotte's arms as Big pursues her, and Charlotte screams over Carrie's shoulder at him, "NO!" I mean, her eyes were SCARY angry. Gotta love that girl power.
On the other hand, there is a bit of a letdown, isn't there, when you return from the visual smorgasbord of penthouses and furs and sex-on-a-stick men to a house STILL infested with ants and a closet filled with clothes designed to disguise your muffin top and a night filled with fussing baby and a morning filled with whining for "More Nemo! More Nemo!" I mean, I felt for Miranda's pain at being betrayed, and my chest actually ached for Carrie when Big once again couldn't come through for her and all, but... I imagine the knife-like pain of those emotional wounds would be significantly dulled if one actually did have a live-in nanny or a personal assistant, or the expendable income to go on a frigging SHOPPING SPREE AT GUCCI in order to resist sleeping with the Mediterranean stallion next door. Just saying.
It also doesn't help my mood any that the period still will not come, nor that the heat and humidity have been steadily climbing all week. My ring won't come off my fat, water-retaining finger, and I am so bloated my belly looks as though I am about three months along. I can physically FEEL my hormones surging through my bloodstream with confused, pent-up aggression. This morning I had a near break down, trying to make pancakes and kill twenty-five bazillion ants and keep Eli from spitting banana chunks at Adelay, who was primly demanding more grapefruit juice, and then farting like a frat boy.
Also, one of my lampshades fricking FELL APART IN MY HAND this morning as I attempted to straighten it. Lord, beer me strength.