I was the lucky one who never really had those girly time of the month problems. PMS was something people joked about, but not anything I ever understood.
And then I had kids.
I don't know if it's the changes in hormones, new meds I'm on, a change in birth control, or what, BUT holy hell I am a mess!
I'm sitting here feeling weepy, defeated, fat, tired, grumpy, and guilty (for all the things I want to do but haven't gotten around to, and all the things I should do but probably won't ever do). And then it occurred to me, the last time I felt this way was exactly one month ago. God, this shit is no joke!
These are the days when co-workers would be helpful. I need someone to pull me out of my misery and put a halt to my wallowing. (Of course, it may well be a good thing that there is no one that has to deal with me today.) These are the days when getting out of the house would be lovely. I need a distraction. And, frankly, these are the days when I probably should have just stayed in bed. (If only...)
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