cenerentola

Ok folks! It's time for Cenerentola to climb up onto her Weekly Bitch Box:

I hate being a girl. Well, not always. Just when I go temporarily insane once a month when "Lucy" comes to visit. I named my period Lucy in 6th grade so it would be more rational to hate her. I thought if I gave her a name it would help with the whole personification thing. She's like a bad boyfriend. She makes me notice every single small imperfection on my body. Every blemish, every stray hair I didn't catch when I tweezed my eyebrows. Every ounce of weight that may not bother me any other time of the month looks like ten pounds. I go on a massive cleaning jag and NOTHING is clean enough-EVER! Someone leaves a sock...an incredibly nasty sock on the floor instead of throwing it in the hamper and they then suffer the wrath of 10,000 suns. Normally, I'd just sigh and pick it up. Nope. Not when Lucy's around. I become an emotional asshole. I feel bipolar. I honestly do. AND while I'm on the Bitch BOX about periods, let me just say how much I HATE peeing on my hand. I think every woman has had this experiance at one time or another. You're on the toilet and you are either pulling out the old tampon or inserting a new one and you just pee all over your hand. It's not a planned thing. Why anyone would intentionally pee on themselves is beyond me. It just sucks and I hate it
Ok. I'm jumping down off the Bitch Box. Onto something else.
Delilah slept on my pillow last night. HEr first night not in the crate. My baby's growing up!! She slept there all night and this morning she bit my eyelid to wake me up. It was so cute.