PMS

PMS sucks.

PMS means that I am irritable, crabby, and bloated.

PMS means that I sometimes want to eat EVERYTHING in sight, and working in a restaurant, EVERYTHING is A LOT! (Luckily I'm still doing it in moderation, but eating more than I normally do).

PMS means that I am retaining water, and the scale isn't moving.

PMS means that I am obsessing over my weight, and hopping on the scale at least daily to see if it's moving in the right direction (it's not, but it's not going in the wrong direction, either, so I can't complain too much).

PMS means that when the Neighbor acts like an idiot or takes an hour to respond to a text, I want to walk to his door, knock & punch him when he opens it.

PMS means that when The Weasel (aka my boss) tells me that I don't have a brain in my head or have shit for brains & the only thing I have going for me are my big boobs, I want to beat the shit out of him and walk out. (okay, that has less to do with PMS and more to do with that just being flat out shitty and inappropriate. But the PMS makes it worse).

I have been PMSing for TWO WEEKS. Two very LOOOOONG weeks. I started early, probably because my roomie was PMSing, but my period is stubborn, and is sticking with cycling with the full moon. It's due any day now, and I just want it to show up so I can be over the bloating, the irritability, the munchies and KNOWING I'm being irrational about things. I don't like KNOWING I'm being irrational and not being able to do a damn thing about it!

I want to go back to my normal, easygoing, laid back self who isn't bloated, irrational, cranky, munchy or bitchy. After 2 weeks, I don't think that's too much to ask!