Been a LONG time since I've written anything...but, with the way things have gone this morning, and it's only 810am, I absolutely had to write.
I will back track to last night...about 12 hours ago...my 12 year old won his baseball game. They came back from behind to beat the other team, which they don't typically do. The dinner discussion took place. I don't cook during my kid's baseball season. It just doesn't happen. It's too difficult. So, restaurants or take out it is. And, of course a disagreement occurred. I gave up. I am tired of playing referee and I am PMS'ing something fierce. I told Steve I was tired and crabby and swollen and feeling just crappy overall. (Over the last year, the PMS is getting more and more severe and the cycles are all messed up. JOY.) So, Steve handled it and I came home, showered and got into bed. The interesting part is what happened this morning.....
I slept terrible. (Nothing unusual either lately.) As I was making the bed, Steve says to me, "So, are you feeling better today?" "Better than what?" I was confused. He says. "You know, than last night. You had PMS." Am I missing something? Is PMS a 10 minute thing that just goes away? Is it something that makes you uncomfortable and then just passes and is gone until next month? Because, if it is, then I have something WAY more wrong with me than PMS. So, I responded to my dumb, naive, clueless husband. Perhaps, my voice was raised. Perhaps, I thought it would sink in more if I spoke loudly. (I am sure it didn't help, but you don't know unless you try.) I tried to explain that PMS is not simply an "outburst" that happens and then it's over. That it is not just a hormonal problem. That, in fact, it is a physical, as well as emotional series of feelings that occur each month and how miserable and uncomfortable it is to cope with and that I have been dealing with it since I was 11 years old.......and then I was cut off. He basically just said something along the lines of "Ok. I didn't know. I just asked how you were feeling. I have to go to work." Mhhhhmmmmm. Yeah. A couple months ago, one of the older boys even asked me if I had my period since I was "acting crazy". I almost slapped the shit out of him. I told him that he better not ever say those words again to me or any other woman as long as he lived.
I fully admit that I get a bit bent out of shape each month and that it's been getting worse. But, this is not a new thing. I have been dealing with this for quite some time. I even talked to my gyne about what to do about it. But sometimes, it isn't PMS that is the problem. Sometimes, it's the fact that I live with all men who tend to act and live like pigs. Maybe it has to do with them thinking the towel racks are built into the floor. Maybe it's because these people think that the dishes and glasses fly from the table into the dishwasher on their own. Perhaps, it has to do with the fact that after I nicely fold all the laundry, they don't care about ransacking the laundry baskets to find clothes. Or, after the pantry has been organized they just go and do what they want to it. Even worse, they open packages and do not close them the right way so that food gets stale and then THEY complain about it later on.
You know what might be a good idea? For them to not act like this! For them to not do all these things that drive me nuts on a good day. But, according to them, this PMS thing only lasts about 10 minutes. I must just be crazy.