Dear Diary,
Today was not one of my best days, a hormonal thrashing of agitation, impatience, eye-rolling and overall failure. This morning simply blow drying my hair left me in a hot-flashed induced uproar (A sweaty, mumbling, hormonal mess).
So tonight, I reflect. Mother Nature has me by the ovaries, but I fight, grasping hold of the good I know is out there.
Good: Managed to get out of bed after pressing the snooze button three times, rather than the usual five.
Bad: realized Mother Nature had other plans for my wardrobe as I was now sporting the good old “grannie panties”. Good grief.
Good: Children smell PMS like a dog smells fear. A carefully orchestrated plan of attack as they wait to take me down in a moment of weakness; breathe, “I am in control – They are only children”!
Bad: Ordered shoes, sneakers, and a camera filter on EBay - buyers remorse? Or temporary insanity due to hormonal flux within the pituitary?
Good: Baked cookies for the kids. They’ve been asking me forever, hmmm yummy!
Bad: Ate cookie dough, correction, ate a lot of cookie dough. Then, felt like crap for eating cookie dough, so I…ate more cookie dough. Next up, Tums.
Good: Met my friend for Coffee! Nothing like a good Hazelnut Lattè accompanied with some sisterhood to bring you back to the mortal side.
Bad: Drank too much coffee. Got heart palpations and jitters…now the kids sounded like Chipmunks on speed. I could feel the fluid being drained from my brain as it throbbed and throbbed. Ugh.
Good: Considered that the billion articles on PMS prevention as related to caffeine, alcohol and carbohydrates may have some validity. (Next month, only wine and fountain-pop)
Good: Drinking my GreensFirst every day. Fifteen servings of vegetable awesomness!!
Bad: Visited many public bathrooms in the City, thanks to my GreensFirst. Note to self, never again ask the children to “hold it” for five minutes till we get home. My intestines still haven’t forgiven me for “holding on”. From now on, wet wipes, hand sanitizer and whatever bathroom I can find.
Good: Advil
Bad: Just realized this month is the 20th anniversary of getting my period. How is it that after a decade, I still cannot be victorious over the hormonal rollercoaster I endure each month. Each and every time I am useless against its power. It takes my uterus, emotional stability and sanity to the threshold of tolerance; and every time I lose.
Good: Oldest child gave me an extra long hug at bedtime as he said, “I really love you Mom!”
Bad: No hot lunch at school tomorrow. I’m so tired I’d rather stick a fork in my eye than try to think of something to make this hour of the night.
Good: Relief. Tomorrow is Friday.
Bad: Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. Crap!
And there it is, another day under the belt... “Have a Happy Period”! – I think not.
Til tomorrow Diary….goodnight!
