Ever have one of those days. Things are going great, the sun is shining. The kids are actually getting along. That recipe you've always wanted to make but have put off for fear of not turning out, but today you make the attempt and it works!!!
Then out of no where, it's like getting hit by a Mac truck. It comes over you. You thought you were going to be safe from it, but oh no, it finds you and it finds you with vengence. That generally kind, considerate, couldn't do enough for anyone kinda person, becomes this crazed woman.
My hubby knows what's happening. He tries to console me, he actually does vacuuming with out even being asked. You know what I am talking about don't you ladies? Yes the dreaded "PMS" or better yet we become the "The Hormone Hostage"
I know right about now I should be posting some picture of a crazed woman, but the thought of attempting to maneuver the internet and copy and paste is just about enough to throw me over the edge this morning. Normally I would have the patience to work my way through it, and make this a witty and appealing post. But not today. Today, I would rather throw this damn computer out the window.
The Hormone hostage knows that there are days in the the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands.
My hubby thought it would be funny to send me this little email, it's entitled "A mans survival guide to PMS" tell me what do you think ladies?
Dangerous: What's for dinner?
Safer: Can I help you with dinner?
Safest: Where would you like to go for dinner?
Ultra Safe: Here, have some wine.
Dangerous: Are you wearing That?
Safer: Wow, you sure look good in brown!
Safest: Wow! Look at you!
Ultra Safe: Here, have some wine
Dangerous: What did you Do all day?
Safer: I hope you didn't over-do it today.
Safest: I've always loved you in that robe!
Ultra Safe: Here, have some more wine.
Then he has the audacity to send this little tidbit:
Things PMS Stand for:
- Psychotic Mood shift
- Perpetual Munching SPREE
- Puffy Mid-Section
- Provide me with Sweets
- Pimples May Surface
- Pass My Sweatpants
- Pissy Mood Syndrome
- Plainly, Men Suck
It closes by saying: Pass this on to all of your hormonal friends and those who might need a good laugh!.....Or men who need a warning.
And remember: Money talks ......but Chocolate SINGS!!!!!
I guess we could classify this as a medical therapy....couldn't we?
10 comments:
Mary Anne....lol...I'm sorry that the PMS monster has got you right now..I had to laugh at all these things your husband sent you by email. He didn't even want to tell them to you so he sent them....:)
I hope tomorrow is a better day..Thinking of you...Just go back to bed and lock the door. Thats what I do and noone bothers me.
tell your hubby that was hormonal spam!
and to watch out - menopause has yet to surface! oh what fun he is in for. he'd better start on his emails now. it'll take him that long to get ready.
have some wine.....bee
I have a confession to make my friends.....I think I am through the worst of it for this month...If I wasn't and knowing how I was feeling yesterday I don't even think I could have made a post....hence today's post. A the joys of womanhood!!!
I certainly would qualify it as therapy...I too am a Hormone Hostage, only I call it Hormone Induced Insanity, and it drives me well, insane! Normally cheerful, I cry at the drop of a hat, and things that should excite me do good to get a halfhearted, "ok" out of me. Fortunately for Chris, I usually recognize the early warning signs in time to warn him, and he is REALLY good about dealing with it.
I have a doctor's appt. next week to figure out what we're going to do to stop me from having cramps that require Vicodin to control, maybe I can talk to her about the pms thing too.
Girl, I feel your bloat and cramps. I am a major PMS sufferer each month. In addition to the moods, cramps, bloat, etc, I also have tender breasts, nausea, and become superbitch. I almost feel pregnant every month, with how I feel.
::Snort::: the nerve of your husband to send you a PMS email. I hear a temporary insanity defense coming up.....
sorry for the bad day and becoming a 'hormone hostage' but I had to laugh at the email from the hub. Priceless!!!
Better days are ahead!!! ;)
Well I feel some explanation coming on,
I sent the e-mail cuz I knew she was in the latter stages and might, and I repeat MIGHT, find them amusing. Well,might=uh-oh. Turned out well though in the end cuz she she knowes I love her so much and understand PMS.
Mary Anne's loving hubby,
Douglas
Thank God it is over now.
Doug
Thank G-d for hysterectomies!!!
ROLF... thats funny.... my hubs treads softly around that time.
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