I get bitchy, I get rude, I just get unbearable in my mind.  The conversations are LOUD.  I know that I am NOT Bi-polar, and am thankful for that.
What I am is HORMONAL!
Yes, as women, once a month, and it varies on when…during ovulation, or week before or during “that time of the month”, we become unbearable…and if you say you don’t, you’re a liar!
and “OF COURSE it has NOTHING to FREAKING do with our HORMONES!”, we SCREAM out to whatever poor soul gets in our way…
I find that I am especially “glass half empty” during that week.  I am weepy. I am silly, I am paranoid, I am bitchy, I am rage, I am manic,  I am overwhelmed with EVERYTHING.  I am DONE.  I am, I am not.  I want my husband to meet my every need before I know what they are, and he should be able to read my mind!  I want my kids to be “little Stepford children”, sweet, smiling and SILENT!  I want to bathe myself in salt and chocolate.  I want to sleep…well, I want that every week!  I want songs cut.  I want the music industry to disappear, I want a chance to be somebody, just like Justin Bieber…
I want drivers OFF the roads, I want to NOT deal with people ANYWHERE.  I want to scare little children sitting innocently in their grocery carts as I pass by, just to watch them cry.  I want to not worry about money, I want my friends to be pursuers and call me and ask…”Gee, how are YOU doing today?”  And NOT make it about them that day.  I want it to be ALL about ME!
I don’t want to feel crampy, I don’t want to bloat, I am sick of my face breaking out…hello???  It’s been like 30 years of acne/rosacea hell!!  I want to go to the beach, but it not be too hot, and I want to be Verruca Salt…I want the world…I want the WHOLE world.
Then after my 4-7 days of pure torcherous hell thrust and spewed upon my family and friends, I am back to my old self.
Why must we endure this….EVE???

I am thinking that I will add “The Hormonal Posts”…once a month, not that it will coincide with MY time, but, just a real good bitch rant…who knows…