Avert your eyes. Walk on the other side. Talk in hushed tones.
Who is this crazy lady?
That would be me.
This morning I was a 100%, high-voltage crank pot. Snippy, snarly, queen of tortured sighs...you name it. Scott left a bit early for work. I didn't know why I was so off, then I thought about dates. Yep, it's about that time again. Joy.
The other day I saw a snippet on the Today Show about foods to avoid to treat PMS, like caffeine and salt. This is not the time I want to avoid any food. I seem to need coffee in an IV and a steady diet of Tex-Mex. They suggested other foods to replace the good stuff you avoid, but I don't want any of that. (Can you hear my whine?)
I am better now. Exercise does wonders, thank goodness. I attacked the elliptical and the bike and they brought me back from the dark side. For a while.