Another Awesome Oldie!

{I thought this one was awesome as I was reading it last night because I just happen to be stuck smack dab in the middle of some sort of dejavous experience right now!  So super-awesome!}

Whew- what a week.  It started Tuesday with what else but my period. yech! 

After 19 years of it you'd think I'd be used to it by now.  Not so much.  Every month is the same crappy feeling and the beginning of counting down the days till it's over.  Tired, cranky, crabby, bloated, can't-stuff my-face-full-of-enough-sugar fits of rage are just the tip of my ice-burg.  Good for you if you don't have these fantastic feelings when you are experiencing this lovable time of life. Good for freaking you!  (And yes, I know- NINETEEN years of having a period- that really makes me feel OLD!)  {Insert shocking news that I've now tipped the scale to TWENTY-ONE years of menstrual bliss. Also awesome!}

To top it all off- I had PMS and a crappy period.  Usually it's one or the other- not two whole weeks of bitchiness- my poor husband.  And to put a cherry on top of that... he is, of course, having his period too.

"Urgh!  Get over it!  Yes, I'm bitchy right now.  Stop pushing my damn buttons!  No, I don't want to cuddle.  Get your grubby hands off me and go away.  Leave me to my girl TV and chocolate and give me some damn peace and quiet.  Sure you can go out with the guys for the night, go for the whole week. PLEASE!" 

Anyway, my mind always feels about 1000 miles away when I'm having "the time".  (Exactly what is the appropriate way of talking about the period repeatedly without grossing people out? heh- deal with it, I'm not feeling too accommodating.)  I can't complete a thought half the time and I forget to do all sorts of things.  I think I made it through the week with only a few small mishaps- at least I hope so!  Next week I may realize I left a pair of panties stuck in the oven or some other totally ridiculous incident.  We will see.

What is the point here?  There is none- so if you are hoping for one stop reading now! 

So yesterday I had a totally wild day at work.  Running from here to there, handling this, taking care of that.  Stopping for a minute to try to show my kids I really do love them even if I am acting like the creature from the black lagoon.  The usual.  It was fun- I thrive on stress and drama, so no biggie.

Then, today it hits me.  The fallout from trying to be superwoman in the middle of menstruation (for god's sake!) hits me square in the face, and I fall apart.  I couldn't even make the basic decisions.  Hubby had to order my lunch for me because I couldn't even decide if I want pepperoni or sausage on my damn pizza.  The whole day I had that feeling you get after sex that lasts just a little bit too long.  "Wobbly kneed, who's going to get up and do the clean up and put the sheets back on the bed, and do we really even care?" kind of weak and tired and spent feelings.  Blech!

I'm trapped in this senseless  blog and can't get out.  I have no point and don't know how to end.  There is no moral, just senseless hormonal bitching.  Do with it what you will.  I hope you still love me in the morning.