bad days aren't so bad with Jesus

I was PMSing so bad today, Andrew (a 6th grader who sits with me and lunch) was trying to get Cayla's attention and I wanted to ask her for some of her cookie, and Andrew wouldn't stop talking! So I started to get nnoyed and just screechingly yelled at him to stop talking 'cus I wanted her cookie and that he should be quiet and not hit Cayla (he was tapping her on the forehead). I'm so mean when I PMS. All day I had/have been craving a chocolate milkshake, not just any kind, but a Carnation Nestle Breakfast Milkshake. They come in lil package things full of powder and you add the milk and the icecream (and the blender). So I got home, my brain is dead because I did about 3 chapters worth of math in a half an hour, and I go to get the blender out. The blender, I find, does not have a suction cup rubber ring thing that keeps the liquid from falling out, but I decide to use it anyway. So I'm putting in the milk (the last thing I put in), and it all comes out the bottom of the blender, I'm slightly ticked off now. So I go ask my dad (he;s out on the porch) where the rubber grey thing is, 'cus I couldn't find it earlier. My dad says it's on the blender or on the counter, I know it;s not there, I searched for it for a about 5 minutes. So I get sorta ticked at him 'cus now I know he cleaned the blender last night and lost the stupid rubber ring. So I get really mad 'cus my dad insist it's there, and he won't show me where it is. Then I see that my dad has the new Sony CD Player that's like $168! GRR! I want that! And he gets mad when I want $50 shoes! I'm mad now, so I scream that I hate him and slam the door to walk into the kitchen, all the while complaining 'bout how with so many years of college and married life, you;d think he would know how to clean a [pinewood] blender. My sister came in and asked what was wrong and I scream at her about how all day long all I wanted was a milkshake, just one little milkshake. So I decide to throw away the milk shake I had attempted to make, and I put the ingredients in a cup and take a huge knife and smash the icecream with all my strength, I'm surprised I didn't break the glass. See what PMS does to me? I'm so mean, and irritable, ugh, I hate myself when that happens. I took some advil, that seems to help.

I'm glad that when I'm having a bad day, even when it's my fault, Jesus is there for me and I can just crawl into his arms:)