Ugh

It’s just another ordinary day with ordinary routines, schedules with the aches and pains that go along with it. I’m tired and very cranky. Being a woman sucks on some days. For the most part, my life is very blessed and I’m happy to be alive with a job, a wonderful fiancé and a beautiful daughter . . . but on days that I think my uterus may fall out, I’m a little peeved. I’m sorry if this is too much information for some, but for me and every other woman on the face of the earth, it is a very real and hateful reality. Your hormones wreak havoc on your every emotion, thought, desire, and hunger pang and all you can think about is crawling onto the couch with a good book, soft pillow and warm blanket and hide out from the world. Ah, but no. I’m here at work listening to other people’s gripes and complaints all the while thinking, “Whatever buddy. When you feel like someone is stabbing you repeatedly in the lower abdomen then we’ll talk but until then, you and your water bill are simply a minor problem that I really don’t give a jack about. Have a nice day.”

The other negative side to this whole situation is the fact that any time something is said that sounds even remotely like a negative; the tears come or anger flairs and it’s completely irrational and uncontrollable. It ain’t pretty. A beautiful, mild mannered woman can turn into a raving lunatic with hair standing on end and spittle flying and there’s no stopping it. I can say I’m not that bad but I can become basket case for a few days out of the month and I hate it. I hate being the victim of nature and taking out the frustration on the people I love. Adam only thought he was being punished by having to die but that’s not the case. He was being punished by Eve’s mood swings (and the removal of God’s constant fellowship but that’s only a side note in this rant). Death was a release from that imprisonment. Go figure. So not only does a woman suffer the physical side effects, but everyone in their path suffers some type of emotional stress if not physical disfigurement. Thanks to Eve and that damned serpent, we become moronic every 28 days.

Mmmmmmm. . .cupcakes.