damn you hormones!
twenty minutes ago, i began sobbing because someone drank the coffee I had just made for myself.
this should not have upset me. its irritating, and inconsiderate.... but heartbreaking sobs?
crimminy.
I wish woman week would just start already. I hate this.
I dont know if this happens to everyone but the three days before I have my lady times I just go fucking CRAZY
I cry over nothing. I feel worthless and ugly. everything is a crisis. and I'm straight up 9months-pregnant MEAN.
look out. Randi's pre-menstrual!
gruhhhh. I wouldnt normally whine about it. but since Im not bumping lovelies with anyone, I'm not on the birth control. so the mood swings are ridiculous. and if I dont ground myself somehow Im likely to sail off in the sky propelled by unrestrained insanity.
least, thats how it feels.
I have so much to do and I refuse to do it.
im just so ANGRY! at nothing.
and in so doing, I am mad at everything I confront.
I think Im gonna hide in my room and listen to brazillian samba music all day.
its been working alright so far.
Did you know that even as late as the 40's native american women had their own little houses for this week.
men didnt understand what would happen to them and they just thought they were consumed by The Mother. temporary insanity basically.
so women would go to their menstrual huts and hang out for a week by themselves. they had their own plates and food and everything
its crazy. thinking about it tho.... I could see how much easier it would make life for everyone. imagine... a break from the constant neediness of everyone for 5 days once a month. when you can just chill the fuck out read a book, relax in a bath when the cramps got ridiculous and not have to worry about someone demanding use of the toilet at the bathroom door. cook and eat watever YOU want to eat. if you didnt feel hungry... you didnt have to bother making another damn meal....
single girls, you may not understand because this is your every day. especially if you live alone..... but dont take this for granted. Im not married, but I bear a huge portion of the load at my house and am like a second mom to the children here. woman week is a huge test of my patience. 3- 5 days of solitude would make such things totally bearable.
youd come back and totally miss your kids and your house and your husband. youd probably even make cookies.
as it is.........i just want to strangle everyone right now.
Im staying in my room for a week.
its only fair. one of the kids just brought me down a "frozen latte" fucking garbage ( a peace offering from the cocknob that drank my coffee earlier) I had to fight the predisposition to throw it at him and demand "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE COFFEE TO YOU?!" but instead I managed a smile, a thank you, and kept myself from stealing his pizza. after all.... he only means well.
sighhhh ...... I'm a monster.
this should not have upset me. its irritating, and inconsiderate.... but heartbreaking sobs?
crimminy.
I wish woman week would just start already. I hate this.
I dont know if this happens to everyone but the three days before I have my lady times I just go fucking CRAZY
I cry over nothing. I feel worthless and ugly. everything is a crisis. and I'm straight up 9months-pregnant MEAN.
look out. Randi's pre-menstrual!
gruhhhh. I wouldnt normally whine about it. but since Im not bumping lovelies with anyone, I'm not on the birth control. so the mood swings are ridiculous. and if I dont ground myself somehow Im likely to sail off in the sky propelled by unrestrained insanity.
least, thats how it feels.
I have so much to do and I refuse to do it.
im just so ANGRY! at nothing.
and in so doing, I am mad at everything I confront.
I think Im gonna hide in my room and listen to brazillian samba music all day.
its been working alright so far.
Did you know that even as late as the 40's native american women had their own little houses for this week.
men didnt understand what would happen to them and they just thought they were consumed by The Mother. temporary insanity basically.
so women would go to their menstrual huts and hang out for a week by themselves. they had their own plates and food and everything
its crazy. thinking about it tho.... I could see how much easier it would make life for everyone. imagine... a break from the constant neediness of everyone for 5 days once a month. when you can just chill the fuck out read a book, relax in a bath when the cramps got ridiculous and not have to worry about someone demanding use of the toilet at the bathroom door. cook and eat watever YOU want to eat. if you didnt feel hungry... you didnt have to bother making another damn meal....
single girls, you may not understand because this is your every day. especially if you live alone..... but dont take this for granted. Im not married, but I bear a huge portion of the load at my house and am like a second mom to the children here. woman week is a huge test of my patience. 3- 5 days of solitude would make such things totally bearable.
youd come back and totally miss your kids and your house and your husband. youd probably even make cookies.
as it is.........i just want to strangle everyone right now.
Im staying in my room for a week.
its only fair. one of the kids just brought me down a "frozen latte" fucking garbage ( a peace offering from the cocknob that drank my coffee earlier) I had to fight the predisposition to throw it at him and demand "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE COFFEE TO YOU?!" but instead I managed a smile, a thank you, and kept myself from stealing his pizza. after all.... he only means well.
sighhhh ...... I'm a monster.