PMS. Oh How I Loathe Thee
Can I just get an IV of Midol please? Seriously, to have acetaminophen, caffeine and pyrilamine maleate pumping through my body for the next couple of days would be like a little piece of Heaven right here on earth!
What is it with female hormones that can take an everyday situation and blow it ten times out of proportion? And then the way they can make women react to already big situations is just horrific! I feel like running and hiding so I don't say or do anything that I will later regret.
I feel sorry for myself because I'm the one feeling the cramping and the bloating and the insane emotions, but I feel even sorrier for my family and friends who have to be around me during this time. They are some strong people. :)
Take for instance my kids. They are around me from the time they wake up in the morning until they go to bed at night. When PMS is in the picture, I try to distance myself from them as much as I can. But when they start showing their normal brotherly and sisterly love hate, they try to distance themselves from me.
This morning Huck was playing with play-doh and SG was playing the wii. Huck wanted his sissy to play with him, but she didn't want to. The fighting began. Instead of walking calmly into the living room, getting down on their levels and speaking gently to them, I tore into the living room screaming "EVERYBODY GO TO YOUR ROOM" at the top of my lungs. Granted, I have done that before, but usually only as a last resort and during this particular time of the month.
This was their first offense, and I lit into them. I scared myself, so I know I had to have scared them. Whew! Monster Mom showed up. But I am glad to say that I did change my mind. I think scaring myself calmed me down a bit. I let them keep playing, and I went to take a long shower.
Now we are heading to the store so I can restock my medicine cabinet with that beautiful little blue pill called Midol.
And to all my fellow natural living friends, I have tried natural remedies. But Midol is one of my few indulgences in the world of synthetic meds. It just works better. Sorry to disappoint. :)
Nichole Smith
Hang in there. The worst is when people start "predicting" that it's about to begin. ;)
June 21, 2011 at 8:44 AM