Well, emotionally good… physically cramps… ugh

So, Today was a good day.  I find myself at working thinking “will you please leave my office some I can accomplish something”…lol.. I know I want to say it out loud, but I can’t.  We need to consider our mates as coworkers or customers/students and remember that what we say can be used against us.  It is not that easy.  Why do we seem to be able to treat our family or mates worse then we treat strangers?  Probably mostly because we are afraid… afraid of getting fired, turned in to authorities, or just losing “friends”.  It seems to me the scale needs to be a little more balanced. 

Ray is my best friend.  I get nasty sometimes and my family reminds me of how I have run off more than one man by being a bitch during my periods.  Yes, it does have a profound effect on relationships.  Not just with our mates, but also with our children.  I have to say though, the reason I have run men off before is because they not only didn’t understand, they didn’t try to or they were not very forgiving… or maybe it just was not the right relationship in the first place.  But, I didn’t realize this until I met Ray.  He is a kind, loving, forgiving soul.  He has patience with me and I KNOW he loves me.  He has had to sit me down and tell me, “if this continues I can’t go on with you”… I think that is really what it takes sometimes.  I try to explain to him how PMS is like being possessed.  I don’t think he really gets that part, but I think he tries.  I have no other explanation for it… it is like you are possessed by something.  Men think that it is mostly in our heads, well, yeah… sometimes it is.. but it is an overwhelming feeling of frustration and not being able to control your feelings or thoughts.. which, if left unchecked turn into words and actions. 

Well, I have to get some dishes done.  I have to have a clean house. We are going camping tomorrow afternoon.  I am excited, but will take plenty of Midol. But I do want to come home to a clean house.  So I have to get off this sofa and hit the dishes.

Goodnight and share your rantz with me please. I need input sometimes…

And the bug spreads…

It seems that when you work with women, there is a wave of PMS that flows over us at the same time. Thank goodness my coworker is not bitchy about it. We have a stressful job. We do degree plans by hand for all of our students (university students). We had 230 graduate in May. Verna and I are the only ones that do these degree plans for the college of fine arts. We deal with crying kids, mamas that are mad and other various things on a daily basis. So, We are somewhat inclined to be a bit grouchy sometimes. 

My coworker and dear friend Verna is stressed. She is a work-a-holic almost sleeping at her desk at times. Wish I were that dedicated. She comes in this morning and I have a tendency to do things that I don’t realize, such as whistle a little to the Beatles, tap my foot sometimes.. I know it is just the ADHD talking.  So, Verna told me, “I am so sorry, but I am distracted by you doing those little things”.. I totally understand. Just like a woman that types a lot and has 6 inch nails.  So, I am trying to be quiet as a mouse today.  But that is so hard for me.  I am a very personable person. I love to talk and show my happiness. 

Last night was a turn-around. After I ranted on here, I was totally over my “spell”.  Ray and I had a nice conversation and slept like babies.  Woke up refreshed this morning.  But, don’t be surprised if I am here again later.  Things can change on a whim.  See guys, we are not bitches the entire cycle, just off and on.  It is just difficult to tell when we are off and on.

Happy day to ya.

Today…6/5/12

The first day of my visit from “Fred the Red”. I had a great morning.  Lost 3.8 pounds in the past four days.  Got work done and it even went fast.  Got a call from my sweetie, Ray and I told him I was leaving work at 5:30 because I had worked over yesterday. He told me he was glad because he has to leave the house at 7PM and he wanted to spend a little time with me before he left.  Great I thought.  I will go home, make us a salad for dinner, sit on the sofa and talk a bit and snuggle like usual. You have to understand, the man is a work-a-holic. But he is the best at his job.  He has a Ph.D. in Biology and he is a wildlife biology professor at West Texas A&M University.  I work at the University as an administrative secretary for the dean of fine arts.  He is great at his job and I know that he works at it all the time.  I love that he loves his job.  I love his job.  We go camping and hiking and enjoying the outdoors almost every weekend.  But today, I had told him Fred was visiting. I had this in my mind that the scenero was going the way I wanted. So, came home, gave him a kiss as he was napping on the sofa with the laptop open on the otoman.  Made his food and he woke up to eat; while leaning over his laptop looking at photos he took today.  I sat with my food in my lap and tried to look at photos with him, but he was in thought.  So, I watched the back of his head until I was finished eating and hinting at him joining me in talking.  He didn’t get it.  So, I picked up my laptop and started checking Facebook.  Then I hint again that I wanted to talk and he said “well, you were on the computer the entire time. I didn’t think you wanted to talk”…HELLO !!!!  Who was on the computer first?  So, I let him work.  I went into the kitchen to do dishes and he was ready to leave and came in and hugged me and said he was sorry I was in a bad mood.  I hugged him tight and didn’t say anything until he was headed out the door and I said “I just wanted to spend some time with you before you left and you could not even do that”.  OOPS… wrong thing to say, but it just jumped out.  So, immediately I sent him a text that appologized.  That was almost 2 hours ago.  I know he gets tired of hearing me appologize, but please.  I could be a bitch and NEVER appologize… Is this not true?   

 I think it instills fear in the hearts of men all over when their girl says, “It’s that time of the month”.  Why must it be so?  Why can’t men just replace that fear with “Aww honey. I want to be there for you and give you hugs”.  Well, might be because we bite their heads off when they try.  I know. I know.  This is the crossroads here.  Men don’t understand that some of us like to be cuddled and told we are loved and hugged when we are PMSing.  Even if we seem like porcupines with our quills ready to stick in you when you hug us.  I think most of us would melt if you would just try a little harder.  And girls, stop and think of the poor guy at this time.  He is like a deer in the headlights.  He has no idea how to deal with our strange split personality.  We snap at the eye twitch of a man.  We do really have the urge to kill.  But we need to hold on a minute.  Think about how much you love him.  Think of how much he does help… be it financially, domestically, sexually… whatever.  He is not totally useless all of the time. 

Men, please understand that when we are in PMS mode, we have no control of what goes through our minds.  We do have control of how we use it, but sometimes our mind and our actions are out of sync.  So, cut us a little slack.  I know it gets old.  Do you not think it gets old for us to feel this rollercoaster of emotions every month? I am not saying let us get away with being a bitch, but gently tell us we are being a bitch and then leave it alone…

Well, I just had a great conversation with a wonderful friend of another gender.  It seems I feel a bit better.. .but of course he is over 1000 miles away.  haha. 

I can’t wait until Ray gets home.  I want to hug him and appologize in person.

Goodnight all and rant in humbleness.