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Oh wow. I am pee-em-essing so intensely right now that it's almost funny. In fact, it is funny.
I found myself on the phone with my husband today laughing AND crying about the same issue. I knew I must have sounded like a complete nutter when he said (in the tone of voice you use to calm raging bull elephants and people standing on the ledges of tall buildings)..."Ohhhh boy. That sounds just terrible, you poor thing. Go take a nap,". And when he came home he had chocolate, so that's my secondary indicator that I've been driven completely insane by hormones.
My primary indicator of PMS is of course the fact that I've been sobbing all day because I checked out a couple of doggy day care facilities today for Kiba. Who, as you might remember is banned from the lovely doggy day care that he grew up using because of a series of unfortunate events involving an aggressive wheaten-coated terrier. Anyway these places were all frightening and awful and terribly upsetting, but not really worthy of a good cry. Still it set me off and I've been behaving ridiculously all day.
And now the meds (sleep aids, oh yesh) are kicking in. Woo. Fiddle dee dee, tomorrow is another day. :-)
I found myself on the phone with my husband today laughing AND crying about the same issue. I knew I must have sounded like a complete nutter when he said (in the tone of voice you use to calm raging bull elephants and people standing on the ledges of tall buildings)..."Ohhhh boy. That sounds just terrible, you poor thing. Go take a nap,". And when he came home he had chocolate, so that's my secondary indicator that I've been driven completely insane by hormones.
My primary indicator of PMS is of course the fact that I've been sobbing all day because I checked out a couple of doggy day care facilities today for Kiba. Who, as you might remember is banned from the lovely doggy day care that he grew up using because of a series of unfortunate events involving an aggressive wheaten-coated terrier. Anyway these places were all frightening and awful and terribly upsetting, but not really worthy of a good cry. Still it set me off and I've been behaving ridiculously all day.
And now the meds (sleep aids, oh yesh) are kicking in. Woo. Fiddle dee dee, tomorrow is another day. :-)
