Rock beats scissors

Our momentous decision has been made.

In the tradition of most momentous decisions in our family, this one was decided by rochambeau. As my children say, three times is fair.

Paper beat rock.
Two rocks tied.
Rock beat scissors.

Yes, after days of emotional deliberation it came down to rock beating scissors. You can't argue with that.

Rochambeau is the way to go.

What a relief to have that out of the way.

Decisions, decisions.

So we have a huge decision that must be made today. It's a rather momentous decision for our family.

I know what makes sense. I know what we should do. I know all the reasons we should do it. It's the right thing to do.

But I don't want to do it. Which makes no sense. I have no good reasons. My only real reason is I don't wanna!

I don't wanna change. I wanna keep everything the same. I wanna turn back the clock, go back to how things were before this decision was upon us.

To top it all off, this momentous decision must be made when I'm smack dab in the middle of a wicked case of PMS. Now that sucks.

Just for today, I want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers up over my head.