I had a mini-psychotic moment last night. First let me say my hormones (full blown PMS)are raging. Also, I was already in bad mood from something I will not go into detail about. Then after being gone all day shopping with Meg Monster I came home at 10:00 pm to find H3 asleep on couch, the kitchen sink full of dishes, and his breakfast pans still on the stove. I yelled at H3 to just go the hell to bed and I started to clean up. The more I cleaned, the more upset I got.

So I made the bad decision to go in, flip on the light, and start yelling at a half-asleep man. Of course he yelled back and that's when I announced that I was leaving and might never return.

In my manic breakdown I considered every possible way to make him feel bad for making my life hell, but I was sane enough to realize that my leaving probably did not even cause him to pause. I thought about getting a hotel room for the night but I knew I would never be able to sleep. Then I considered a movie but I was too mad to enjoy it.

The next thought I had was to drive to the beach but it seemed like a lonely (and cold) place to be in the middle of the night. I even considered going to the office to work but there is no way I would be able to concentrate.

I drove around town for about 15 minutes and then ended up at Wal-Mart. Anyone in line behind me must have wondered about my selections.

Here is what my insanity inspired purchase contained:

One four pack of Jack Daniel's Country Cocktails citrus flavor (Yuk never buy again)
Two chocolate cream-filled doughnuts
Bag of Gardettos snack mix
16 oz coke
1 issue of Real Simple
1 issue of Vougue
1 issue of Self
1 issue of Budget Decorating
Local paper (for the rental section to find a new place to live so I could move out)

So for the next two hours I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot eating doughnuts, Gardettos, and reading self help magazines. How pitiful is that -- I can't even have a proper breakdown?