Mothers and PMS

Posted by Mattie on Sep 24, 2010 in Womanhood

The thing about PMS is that you don’t know it’s coming until it slaps you in the face. And then we’re surprised as though it is the first time this has ever happened.

It starts slowly for me. First, I start to wake up earlier than I want to. Next I am awake in the middle of the night, for hours. Sleep deprivation sets in. I know I can take pills to sleep better, but I don’t want to all the time. Once in while after two or three nights of bad sleep, I start to come apart at the seams and need to start pulling myself together. I don’t want to be the eight-headed monster!

Then I start to get really hungry. I eat everything continuously. I go through the food groups over and over again. And then, I go for dessert over and over again. It is amazing because I am eating uncontrollably without realizing it. The next day my clothes feel tighter around my waist. And, I wonder why.

Now the depression sets in. I start to feel low in energy and low in life. Hovering around hoping to find a good laugh. Desperately looking for a comedy on TV. I really like the Reba show, Two and a Half Men and Craig Fergussen. No drama for me while I PMS. Otherwise, I will cry and be sad.

The next thing I notice about myself is my irritability. I guess it is understandable when I am yelling at my kids for every single thing they go. The look on their face is priceless. They have no idea why I am so upset. Neither do I. I proceed to apologize and stop my self from speaking for the next couple of days.

When I say irritable, I mean that when my kids are singing, I and thinking “oh my god, when will this noise stop.” Then it hits me. What is my problem? Why is their singing bothering me so much? Ohhh, it is that time of the month, again. You would think that in my forties, I would be used to this cycle. But not, it is a surprise every single time.

When will the madness end, so that the next phase of madness can begin…

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