Living With Those Three Little Letters

Oh man... Just... so. PMS-ish. today.

My emotions are all over the place.  What a mess I am. I think I should probably just avoid all other people for the next 48 hours or so.  At the very least.

Absolutely anything and everything is making me either irritated... or weepy.

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I saw a Google commercial that made me tear up.  A GOOGLE commercial!!  That's bad.  Real bad.

It's also one of those days when I feel like I am doing a lot - but getting absolutely nothing done.  Which probably makes no sense to you whatsoever.  But it's a thing. And it's probably just another result of my hormonal overload.

Fun, fun, fun.  Not!

I also have a nagging headache.  Which I don't think is PMS related.  It feels more like sinuses.  Or may I just need more coffee.  Or some water.  Or a nap.  I hope it's sinus, coffee, or water.  Because the grandson is never gonna let that nap thing happen.  I am quite sure of that.

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Soothing The Savage Beast

Yesterday evening, The Man of the House walked in from work and handed me a grocery bag.  As I peeked inside, my heart filled with gratitude and love for this man I married.  Having read yesterday's blog post, he stopped on the way home and picked up a six pack of Coke (in the white cans - more on that later)  and a bag of Hershey's Kisses with almonds! 

Was it simple kindness in him that inspired him to refill my chocolate stash?  Or a sense of self-preservation after reading my rantings?  Either way - he calmed the hormonal, chocolate crazed creature in me.  And for that, I am grateful. 

I do feel compelled to confess that later in the evening, he also found the missing Kisses - which had been moved to a different cabinet from where I had been hiding them.  There weren't actually gone, just misplaced.  Which I fear makes me look even crazier.  And I'm pretty sure there is suspicion amongst the natives that I am just trying to be sneaky and obtain surplus chocolate for the stash.  And while, I assure you that is not the case - it is a bonus. 

But I digress.  The point is simply this:  The Man of the House brought me chocolate.  He tamed the chocolate beastie.  And I am a very, very lucky woman!

Taking A Month Off

Here's what I think...  at least one time each year a woman should just be able to decide that she is not going to deal with her cycle and get the month off. 

Think about that one!  Once a year you just make up your mind - "Nope, not dealing with THAT this month"  And you don't have too!  Wouldn't that be nice?

No more having to pack those extra special supplies when you're going on vacation. (and why oh why does it always seem to show up when we are going on vacation anyway???).

No more anniversaries or romantic getaways interrupted by the extra company.

Or maybe just one less holiday made extra stressful by the raging PMS. 

That's all I'm asking.  Just one month off.  But for now - I must go figure out who ate the last of my Hershey Kisses so that person can PAY.

Three Little Letters

You know the ones.  Those three little letters that rule the world.  Or at least the moods of many, many women throughout the world.   And by ruling the moods of all those women - in the ever present trickle down affect they also rule the lives of many men around the world as well.  Or anyone else that comes into the circle of those three little letters.

Yep - I'm talking PMS here people.  And believe me when I tell you that it has been one of "those" days...

Today I have been Irritable.  Annoyed.  Frustrated.  Grumpy.  Broody.  Peevish.  Over sensitive.  Surly.  Exasperated.  Testy.  Down-right cantankerous!  And reading back over this I now realize I have made myself sound like a grumpy old man!  HA!!

I was in a "not right for work" frame of mind.  As every little thing caused me to fight the urge to rip into someone.  And I think I get extra points for biting my tongue and avoiding conflict by hiding in the chart room for a portion of the day. I mean... um... by working on filing in the chart room.  Yeh... that's right.

And heaven help the person that tries to get between me, some chocolate, and a glass of wine later this evening! 

I'm Not Buying It...

Nice try, Hershey's.  Sneaky.  But I'm on to you. 

Have you seen what they're trying to pull?  This creation they call the Air Delight.  Available in bars and kisses. 

They say the idea is that the products are full of light airy "chocolate bubbles".  What it amounts to is that they have taken some of the chocolate out of my chocolate and replaced it with pockets of air!  AIR!
 
Oh no.. I am not falling for this one.  If I want air, I have that around me all day long.  For free.  It's not sweet.  Air is not creamy.  Air is not delicious.  Air never got me through a PMS craving.  What lame brain would rather have air than chocolate?  Of course I realize that air has it's place and purpose.  It's extremely important to life here on earth.  But not in my chocolate treats. 

Give me my chocolate bar and my chocolate kisses full of... Chocolate!!