Mr. Schmitty has been working the later shift all week. This leaves me alone to run the joint. The kids have been fairly cooperative, which is lucky for them.
For those of you who don't know, I have been diagnosed with PMDD (Premenstrual dysphoric disorder). PMDD is a severe form of PMS which affects about 5% of menstruating women. Not every month is as bad as others, but some months are REALLY bad.
That would be this month.
I am the most irritable, moody bitch right now. I don't want to be a mom, I don't want to be a wife, hell, I don't even want to be in the same room with myself. I just want everyone to leave me alone. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, and seriously, don't piss me off.
And pissing me off is easily done at the moment. Like, don't breathe, k?
I've been channeling Linda Blair all week. My head's all spinning and I keep spewing out curse words in foreign languages.
This I do, of course, in my own head because, well, I don't want to lose the kids to foster care. On the outside I'm all, "Sure, honey" "Of course, sweetie". On the inside, I'm ready to run screaming from the house.
I have to keep my cool. The kids aren't the problem, the dog isn't the problem, hell, Mr. Schmitty isn't even the problem! Well, at least this time he isn't.
I have absolutely no one to pawn the blame off on. I have to take full credit for my foul attitude. It's me and my screwed up hormonal system.
It sucks to be a girl.