PMS Monster
I swear I don't know what has happened to my hormones! Somedays I am gentle, nurturing, channelling Mother Nature & Mother Theresa all at once... on those days I tend to pause in my daily routine to ponder the sweet miracle of life, smile fondly at small children and wonder at the perfection of a simple leaf fluttering to the ground... however several days a month I am more akin to a rabid wildebeest.
Take Saturday morning for example (yes, it has been a loooong week). Running late for work. Very late. Alec is not working so he is in his Hugh Heffner bathrobe, warming his hands on a big lovely coffee, and is trailing me around the house as I get ready like a whirling dervish. He is relaxed, chilled out, wanting a chat. I am tense like a coiled wire, and more volatile than a land mine. He does not realise this, being male and in Saturday mode.
Alec: (lounging against bathroom door) "Babe, is that a stain on your shirt?"
Athena (flinging makeup at face) "Even if it is, I DON'T CARE... I'm only going to WORK."
Silence. More makeup flinging. Face still looks like ball of raw dough with 2 currants for eyes.
Athena realises hair is dirty and is doing elaborate pin up thingo at front to disguise fact.
Alec: "Honey, I think I prefer your hair when you do that side part thing."
Somehow hormones make my brain wiring all different. Hence:
Athena: (throwing down pins) "Are you saying I'm UGLY!!!!!!!????!!!!! Get out! GET OUT!"
Pins were ripped from their moorings, hair was side parted, stained shirt and self left for work. My day was improved greatly by demanding tenants and rude owners. The best part of the day was snarling at a tenant, through clenched teeth "I am VERY friendly and accommodating! I can assure you! VERY friendly!" (Yes, like a crocodile)
This whole week has been more of same. Plus I am tired and cold all the time. How am I to cope in Stanthorpe? How can I possibly co-manage a winery from next to the fireplace? Hmmm.... Meant to go for a jog (okay, a shuffle) tonight to get some endorphins happening, but it is too cold and also the streets are unsafe for girls on their own. Alec told me to take "Donk" his big rolling pin, but it is almost bigger than I am. Perhaps in the idyllic countryside, I will become the New Improved Me, and get up at 7am to jog down tranquil tree lined lanes every morning. If I am not too hungover, I am positive I will do just that.
Take Saturday morning for example (yes, it has been a loooong week). Running late for work. Very late. Alec is not working so he is in his Hugh Heffner bathrobe, warming his hands on a big lovely coffee, and is trailing me around the house as I get ready like a whirling dervish. He is relaxed, chilled out, wanting a chat. I am tense like a coiled wire, and more volatile than a land mine. He does not realise this, being male and in Saturday mode.
Alec: (lounging against bathroom door) "Babe, is that a stain on your shirt?"
Athena (flinging makeup at face) "Even if it is, I DON'T CARE... I'm only going to WORK."
Silence. More makeup flinging. Face still looks like ball of raw dough with 2 currants for eyes.
Athena realises hair is dirty and is doing elaborate pin up thingo at front to disguise fact.
Alec: "Honey, I think I prefer your hair when you do that side part thing."
Somehow hormones make my brain wiring all different. Hence:
Athena: (throwing down pins) "Are you saying I'm UGLY!!!!!!!????!!!!! Get out! GET OUT!"
Pins were ripped from their moorings, hair was side parted, stained shirt and self left for work. My day was improved greatly by demanding tenants and rude owners. The best part of the day was snarling at a tenant, through clenched teeth "I am VERY friendly and accommodating! I can assure you! VERY friendly!" (Yes, like a crocodile)
This whole week has been more of same. Plus I am tired and cold all the time. How am I to cope in Stanthorpe? How can I possibly co-manage a winery from next to the fireplace? Hmmm.... Meant to go for a jog (okay, a shuffle) tonight to get some endorphins happening, but it is too cold and also the streets are unsafe for girls on their own. Alec told me to take "Donk" his big rolling pin, but it is almost bigger than I am. Perhaps in the idyllic countryside, I will become the New Improved Me, and get up at 7am to jog down tranquil tree lined lanes every morning. If I am not too hungover, I am positive I will do just that.