Menstrual psychosis

Today it happened. The moment every woman dreads. A lovely well meaning woman approached me smiling joyfully 'you're not are you, are you expecting?' Well as I am sure you have probably guessed by now. No I am not, nor intending to be and frankly, in my fragile, heavily menstruating swollen bellied emotionally fragile state this was indeed a bitter pill to swallow.

I really think that unless you are absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt certain, this is not the sort of question that should be asked. As now, I have to contend with oh my goodness I must be REALLY fat along with all the other little choice personality defects brought on fortnightly by the anticipation and arrival of my menses. At least I can console myself that with the pinnacle  of discomfort comes the light of hope of forthcoming normality and resumed energy levels and an ability to cope with life's challenges.

I started today by shouting unreasonable at my family, followed by discovering my car had a flat battery, but somehow through a miracle known only to the teaching profession I managed to spend a morning being calm, patient and generally quite pleasant to my class and workmates. As I crawled back into my house, the monster returned but has thankfully been placated by the love, sweetness and wine bringing qualities of my husband and the excitement of a new sofa. hurrah!!

Roll on  post menstrual energy and calm.

The night before the morning after.

Here we are, it's Sunday night again. I have successfully embarked on rowing and making up with my family, the weekly onslaught of washing, mess, tidying up, desperately trying to squeeze in a bit of quality time with children and husband and now here I am washed  ashore at the end of the weekend about to embark on the thrilling tasks of preparing for the week ahead at school. Wow weekends fly by. I can never quite decide if I like them or not. I spend all week desperately looking forward to the weekend when I can relax. I am clearly deluded that I live a different life. My weekends are indeed a change from the week, but relaxing they are not! The positive thing about this time in the week is that I usually find that against the odds I do feel more prepared spiritually, physically and emotiionally than I was in my battered, fragile state on friday night. I have of course also got that slight feeling of impending doom that seems to come with Sundays.

Anyway, what the hell, bring it on. If it's a tough week there is always next weekend to look forward to.

Swam again this week, perhaps I will become one of those people who exercise regularly after all.

Happy working week people. x