"Mom, you need some Midol...."

That is the phrase that rang through my house this morning. my darling teen telling me that I needed to take a Midol. First off, the Midol is there for her and not me. Second, I am not remotely PMSing. Don will even attest to that. He said the most I get is tired through the entire lovely process. You could have heard a pin drop when I turned around to look at her. My youngest two were like deer caught in the headlights. They froze in place as their eyes grew wide wondering how Mom was going to react. She should be thankful that I am not needing the Midol because I would have screamed "Off with her head!" The Queen of hearts has nothing on me!!!!