Yes, PMS-ing. No, it does not mean my anger is irrational.


A day in Karine's head when she's PMS-ing


Morning: OMG! I can’t go to work like this. My stomach hurts so bad I think I’m going to be sick. Hey, maybe I can call in sick. Does this count as a sick day? I’ll just go have breakfast first and see if it passes. OMG, I’m so fat. I shouldn’t have breakfast. Maybe I should do that intermittent fasting thing. Or maybe I’ll just have one little chocolate croissant. Maybe two. Well, I already ruined my diet for today and I’m already fat, so I might as well eat the entire bag or else I’ll be hungry before lunch.

At work: I hate my job. I hate people. I hate everything. I just want to get into foetal position under my desk and cry.

After work: Have you not noticed how dirty the cupboards are? How can you walk past these cupboards everyday of your life and not notice the spilled coffee from last week or the drops of yogourt that splashed everywhere when OUR daughter dropped her bowl yesterday!! How can you live like this? That’s it! We’re ripping all the cupboards out and installing new ones. I’m taking the next week off from work and we’re renovating the house now! Seriously, do I have to do everything around here?

Evening: Yes, I’m PMS-ing but don’t you dare blame my mood on the fact that I’m a hormonal mess!!! It’s obvious that I’m pissed at you because you’re loudly eating nuts on the couch, throwing the shells in a Tupperware container which makes the loudest noise ever and, all this, while I’m stuck putting the kids to bed alone! I’m not upset because my body becomes psychotic a few days before my periods, I’m upset because of your god damn nut eating addiction and your need to make as much noise as possible when you eat them. It’s like you want everyone in the house to know that you’re sitting on your ass, enjoying your nuts while the rest of us deal with all the shit. Come on! Really??? I’ll have a glass of wine. It’ll calm my nerves. I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that you burn 8% more calories when you’re PMS-ing so I might as well have some chips with that wine. OMG, I can’t believe I ate the entire bag of chips and drank the entire bottle of wine. I’m such a pig! Nobody loves me.

The next day: I look so skinny. Honey, do you think I’ve lost weight?

And the cycle starts all over again…


A day in Guik's head when she's PMS-ing


Morning (still in bed): Oh, it’s that time again, I can feel it. Yep… it’s that time of the month again. Why do I have to deal with this?
And that’s it.
Don't hate me!



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