For me, this month is eating and cleaning.
It’s a refreshing change, actually. The last several months I’ve either been a weeping, needy, clinging basket case who needs to shop, or a raging, psychopathic hellhag who needs to shop.
But this month, I’m swiping food off of other people’s plates. Then washing the dishes.
Now if you’ll excuse me for just a moment…the kids left their box of Oreo-O’s cereal out here…mmmmm…sweet and crunchy…
Zits.
Sigh…I’m 37 years old.
Had those two months ago, Spooky. I’m almost 35.
Had a doctor’s appointment for something else, an he took one look at my face and handed me a scrip for an antibiotic.
sigh
The usual craving for chocolate plus I’m bitchier than hell. It’s really hot here and that’s not helping.
This month was cramps and overall crankiness. It’s usually a severe need of chocolate for a week and then the zits. (I’m 31)
Cramps are rare, next month will be better. Not that I’m looking forward to it, but chocolate beats cramps anytime.
A really cranky wife. Overwork, exhaustion, and PMS don’t mix well.
Panic.
Because in the middle of my PMS, I realized that I move five weeks from today. I still don’t have a place to live, and I have no idea what kind of job I’ll be able to find once I move. Along with Tennessee’s budget crisis and the fact that they shut the university summer sessions down early makes me wonder if I’ll have a place to go to school come August.
Oh, and cramps along with cravings for those damn apple strudel bites things from the Kroger bakery.
Big cramps, my excema is worse than usual, and I’m hungry all the time. But because it’s 90 degrees out (a VERY humid 90) I’m also lazy, so I’m not eating as much as I want to.
Oh, and my sister opened her bakery on Tuesday. That means LOTS of free bread products. All the time. I’m in trouble. I think I’ll go eat a loaf of rosemary bread.
We at Casa Dave-Guy are fortunate that neither Mrs. Dave-Guy nor the lovely and talented Sakura suffer from this malady.
And the cat’s been fixed.
So life here is just more fun than a barrel of slugs, each and every day. :rolleyes:
While I’m not at the point for PMS right now, here is what has been happening lately.
A very short episode of depression - great fun to wake up cheery then have this feeling of “What is the fucking point” when your pouring food out for the cats. Short but anti-sweet.
Exactly one zit that shows up, is not pop-able and turns into a sore within a day. Just as it finally heals up, it’s time for a new one!
Really, really, really, really crabby right now. Really.
And it should peak right about Wednesday morning.
When I’m due in court because of a subpoena.
This should be interesting.
This month, only cramps I’m afraid, which means I didn’t get my usual PMS symptom – horniness. I’ve heard I’m not alone in this (I know, gentlemen, you’ll be happy to do something about that condition).
CJ
:o