I am a girl.
A romantic, spoiled, sometimes whiny little girl.
I am also strong willed, independent, courageous and decisive.
What, I can’t be both?
Here is the kicker…
When I hit my PMS, world has me down, I feel lonely in a house full of people, and ugly despite new hair, new clothes and new mani pedi….
It is time for you to step up, take the bull by the horns, bite the bullet. Be my man because you have a super power you many not be aware of….it’s a power to HELP!!
Don’t ask me what’s wrong because I don’t know.
Don’t ask if I’m PMSing.
Don’t laugh when I cry my eyes out at that American Express Commercial.
Just hold me.
Bring me chocolate or flowers for no reason.
Lovingly rub my back as you walk by.
Empty the dishwasher or vacuum the floor, without me nagging for help, I hate those jobs.
Offer to pick up dinner.
Tell me you love me, love our life, our kids, our world.
Tell me everything is going to be all right.
Send me a loving text or e-mail!
Tap into your “super power”…figure out what I need, because honest to God I don’t and I’m one burnt casserole away from a complete meltdown!!
I just need you to look into my soul and become…..
Senor Mind Reader.