Kathy said around early evening on September 4, 2007
Since having a child, my PMS has been dramatically enhanced. My body was tricked into thinking it upgraded to a newer version of PMS Software that makes it bigger and better and faster. PMS 2.0 means it brings on the symptoms quicker, with much more force and now with extra bitchiness. What I lack in physical ailments, I make up for quadruple in The Psycho.
For example, when that time comes when everything is sure to annoy and chaffe my otherwise sunny attitude (shut up), other events seem to fall into place to make sure that The Phsycho is at its peak performance level. While carrying 3 full bags, a 26 lb toddler and a large beach tote full of various items, I’ll attempt to unload everything into the car without injuring myself (or the toddler..). With exasperation, I flung said tote bag into the passenger seat. Conveniently, it rolled off the seat and landed top down, spilling all its contents on the floor of the car.
Perfect.
I am likely to yell “Why is everything so HARD?” during events like that. In the same day, everyone driving ahead of me lapse into comas and are driving about the same speed as the motorized wheelchair zipping down the sidewalk next to us. I have to do everything twice. Need to get something out of the car, Kath? You’ll have to go back into the house to get the keys because PMS 2.0 will make sure you forget them the first time. Try that again.. this time with a little more gusto. Mmkay?
Let’s not forget I will drop things continually (sometimes on my toe) and I’ll want to throw large pointy objects at the walls. Most would call that The Psycho, I call it Performance Art. By the end of each PMS 2.0 session I am exhausted from running around like a crazy person and having to do everything 40 times.
And I wonder why I need a drink every day.
from San Diego, CA
Cocktail: Slighty dirty Grey Goose Martini
And we get 2x the fun in our ‘office’. lol
from your moms.
*smiles widely, slowing inching towards door, makes a run for it, narrowly escaping*
An experienced husband knows when to get the fuck out of the way. It’s my experience that men tend to be a prime annoyance to PMSed women, often simply because we’re men.
from Massachusetts
Oh dear...you will never be ready for the wonderful world of menopause..
it’s pms times 100...and it comes at the same time as grandchildren...you
are allowed to hate your children, husband and all former friends...you tend to lose them at this time but the only thing that makes life worth living
are said grandchildren...I don’t care if they have colic...rashes...are teething
whatever...they will make you happy and you won’t care about anything else..
my first one was two weeks old when she started sleepovers at Nana’s so Mom and Dad could sleep..I gladly stayed up all night (she had her days and nights reversed because she was a preemie)...anyway the same things you hate now...will seem so much better then..try not to kill anyone...save all that rage...you’ll need it
from Mi
I see so much of myself in this entry.
from your moms.
Just wait until you’re perimenopausal, missy. It’s a whole New Level of The Pyscho.
Note: Smileys are not working with Firefox. ::grumbles and flips the bird::
from San Diego, CA
Cocktail: Slighty dirty Grey Goose Martini
@CLD: just a tip: when someone says they have PMS with extra psycho, it’s probably not the best time to gripe at them about how their site doesn’t work. lol.
from Massachusetts
just wondered if you had killed anyone...it to will pass...someone smart said that but they said shall pass...anyway keep on keeping on...I,m just loaded with cleverness