How About Renaming it MMS?

PMS is such a misnomer. Like Morning Sickness, which is not limited to the morning but rather is all-day-nausea, PMS for some is all-month-evil. To carry the analogy a little further, with Morning Sickness, upon puking (which normally one would assume would make one feel better) one still feels just as nauseated *and* has vomit-breath. With PMS, at the start of bleeding when one would expect relief from the symptoms, the opposite is often the case. Now not only is one moody, miserable and depressed, but bleeding.

Did you ever see those commercials where the slightly disheveled, clearly put-upon woman is trying to get a shopping cart out of the cart line to do her grocery shopping? She wrestles a little with the thing, then bangs her hands on the handle and slams the cart into the others to a voiceover saying "Why does this always happen to me?" I used to slightly grin at that commercial thinking "We all have those days. No need for Prozac."

Heh. Hand over the drugs. I've dissolved into tears recently over something as little as a packet of laundry tablets refusing to open cleanly. I've yelled at The Toddler for -- well, being a toddler. And poor Mr LSG gets his head taken off routinely. He deserves it, you know. He puts his knife in the sink instead of the dishwasher.