Yesterday, I threw a good ol' fasihioned Princess size HISSY FIT. his·sy 2 (hĭs'ē) his·sies Chiefly Southern and South Midland U.S. noun, plural ‑sies. Slang. a fit of anger; temper tantrum. Blame it on being spoiled, blame it on PMS, blame it on boredom, hell, blame it on Obama. The plain truth of the matter is that I just felt like throwing one, and being me....well, I went right ahead and did it. All i wanted was the house clean. Ok, so it was already CLEAN, but you know the messes I'm talking about. Kid messes that THEY should clean up but don't random toys laying here and there, stacks of magazines, husband messes of the same sort....and your own mommy junk laying around...the nail polish that it was just too much trouble to carry back to the bathroom even thought you go there 20 times a day, old coupons, and uhoh...I left my shoes out too. ...
Zena ain't got nothing on this chick! I am a strong, proud, sometimes worn to a frazzle Lupus Warrior Princess. I can be a little "lupie" sometimes, but can't we all? I laugh, I cry, I scream in to my pillow and then I pick myself up and move on. Through it all, I am a Princess, even if the people around me don't know they are in the presence of royalty! I've got this shit handled. I have Lupus. It doesn't have me.