I want to listen to Effington by Ben Folds. I want to sing loudly to ABBA's Fernando. But baby just woke up, Canon just announced "I POOPED!!!" (from the kitchen) and now "I PUT MY POOP IN THE POTTY!!" (from the bathroom).
If I were a man I would thank God everyday for not making me a woman. Seriously - how can life be normal when, as you begin to bleed heavily from your aching-like-they've-been-punched genitals, you think to yourself, "Good. Now maybe things will get better." ??!!!
Oh we all pretend it's acceptable, but I hate it. It is not okay. It is not fair. And the opportunity to create life in your womb a few times is supposed to make up for 50 years of MONTHLY pain, bleeding, and insanity which you are completely expected to pretend is not happening?!
Shut the hell up forever about PMS and you go have a happy period.
Send ME away from the village for a week. Or two.
and we breathe in ... and out ...
Ok. In the next hour I will pump loud energetic music throughout my home and engage my children in the fun fun Friday cleaning of the house, followed by ice cream BEFORE dinner and HOPEFULLY daddy will come home and we can have a dinner picnic at the dinosaur park. That's the plan.
I exercised and showered. I did. And napped while my oldest made many many pieces of art and my 3 year old redecorated by randomly throwing garbage and toys all over.
Turning all that around now.
Go to the matinee, not the 10 pm show. Also, my husband RIPPED my black velvet cape from me, stole my point hat ... absolutely would NOT let me dress up. I so don't think he knows how stifling he is to my embarrassingly bizarre creative side. NO, he knows, how dare he, right?!
It must be something lacking in me, I just can't get passionate about Harry Potter. I confess I had love for the Twilight books (a bit), and mocked the movie. But HP, the books are fine, the movies are good, but it doesn't hit me right. The terrible thing that happens at the end of this movie didn't even make me cry. People all around were sniffling and I was shocked that I was not. I was like, yup, I get it now, Snape's a noble kind of guy, probably, but that was it.
Ok, no more computer. No more Disney Channel, no more nothin' but clean the house and be a good mom.
**UPDATE*** The time is now just 4:20 and my house is salesman tidy (not have an affair with the salesman, but I am ready to hear his spiel. Take that! Music might be the key to overcoming apathy ... maybe the ukulele, specifically. Or maybe Lily Allen. I want a ukulele...
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I can totally get behind 3 periods a year. Seriously! But, yeah: I am still here, reading your blog. Just grumpy & gloomy (although not PMSing) so not commenting much. Your blog always makes me laugh!
I love your blog. Whether its arguing for or against Prop 8 or talking about the trials of potty training, something about your writing style appeals to me. Also, you are very relatable. Your last blog about decisions and never getting to do the things that you want because you can't make yourself do the things that you need...I thought it was profound. (And I am saying this in all seriousness)
p.s.- Keep writing, you could be the next JK Rowling:) In the immortal words of Journey "Don't stop believing" (although, to be technical I think it is "believin")
Um slight teaser alert in your blog here, missy, for those who live under a rock and don't know what happens! Like Lori Ann. Hahahah, just kidding. I think she knows what happens in the HP stories :)
So I get all tired and annoyed dealing with my cats. That is right. MY CATS. Sometimes I forget to feed them or I decide I just don't wanna clean the litterbox today. I ask them to stop meowing incessantly at me.
This really makes me wonder about my ability to parent. Although I suppose they are just cats and I'll obviously treat kids differently. But MY POINT IS that my CATS exhaust me at times so I'm just feeling some empathy for you here. You have a lot goin' on and you are doing the best you can, which seems pretty durn good between picnics, exercise, showering, poo cleaning, etc.
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This is probably too much info., but I have an IUD and I no longer have periods. Hallelujah for that, but I was still getting pms/pmdd symptoms until I went on zoloft. It took me until last year to realize that at least on night a month I don't get any sleep because of pms. I'm not exaggerating at all; I had one night were my mind would be whirring so much I just never went to sleep and it's happened every month for as long as I can remember.
I am still in the please let it hurry and get here so I can get past the crazy part, but then I hate when it gets here and I have to deal with the mess of it all.
This is probably a bad time to mention I don't get PMS and have pretty minimal periods naturally, right?
The benefit of serious infertility issues is that I've also never in my life been on birth control. Although it was tough turning ont he faucet when we wanted kids, now that we're done it's pretty nice to not have to worry about any of this stuff.
Mirena works wonders. No periods AT ALL and no worries about slip ups. You'd have to ask about ease of removal etc. until you were on your last kiddo. But seriously, you just think about it during the downtime and at least ask your doc.
Anaboyd, I have a mirena too, I love it in that I don't bleed, but I still ovulate on a 28 day cycle and have all the hormonal highs and lows that come with PMS. And like you, my bitchy week is usually followed by a week of insomnia. Tell me more about Zoloft? Have you had any unpleasant side effects?
And Brandy, where in Utah do you live? Because seriously, if you lived close, we could like totally be BFF's. You seem like the coolest girl ever. I love your blog.
I am right there with you! I am fighting my crazy off right now. Just ask anyone who saw me in that church parking lot the other night!
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