My partner and I were enjoying a night out when suddenly, he got a bloody nose while behind the wheel. His eyes began darting around as he froze, almost as if his neck had locked up. I sighed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no, oh no! My nose is bleeding!” He quickly pulled into a parking lot, asking me to dash inside for some toilet paper while he reclined in the driver’s seat, lights off.
“Seriously? We’re like 40 spaces from the store, and it’s pitch dark! Can’t you park any closer?” I responded.
“No, I don’t want anyone to see me! Hurry, please!” he urged.
“Try dealing with bleeding from your crotch every month, buddy,” I shot back, slamming the door. I was in the throes of PMS, and that was not the moment for sympathy over a bloody nose.
Do I have intense PMS? Absolutely! Just ask my family. Here’s what they’ll tell you:
I Don’t Share Food.
As moms, we often share everything, especially food, because it tastes better when it’s not on our plates. However, my kids have learned the hard way that when I’m experiencing PMS, sharing is off the table. I devour everything in sight, snatching candy from them and munching on chips while waiting in line. Sure, it embarrasses them, but I remind them that they used to have tantrums in public, so they can tolerate a little chip munching while I check out.
I Cry Easily.
A sentimental commercial comes on? Tears flow. My kids decide to split the last cookie? Cue the waterworks. My partner helps with laundry? I’m a complete mess. A nostalgic 90s song plays on the radio? Forget it — I’m done for. We can’t keep enough tissues stocked, and I’ve even got waterproof mascara saved for this emotional rollercoaster of a week.
Everyone Annoys Me.
And I mean everyone. It feels like nobody can do anything right. A sideways glance? I’ll flip you off. Shopping during PMS is a terrible idea; if the clothes don’t fit, I might just wrestle them. If someone is chewing too loudly nearby, let’s just say they’re in for a rough time. And if Caillou comes on? I might just break that little brat in half.
I Apologize Constantly.
While I don’t believe in over-apologizing, I’ll admit that I can be quite the grump during this week. So yes, I apologize to my family. I figure it’s only fair, considering all the times I refuse to share food or give them the finger, or when they feel the need to run for cover as they sense my mood swinging. But one thing I won’t ever apologize for is my disdain for Caillou.
We’ve earned the right to our moods, our cravings, and our tears. We endure this every month, and we dislike it just as much as anyone else. So please, just rub my feet while I indulge in some ice cream.
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In summary, PMS can be a tough time for many women, bringing emotional ups and downs, food cravings, and irritability. Our families often bear the brunt of it, but it’s important to acknowledge these feelings and realize that we all have our coping mechanisms.