Just another day

I turn 29  today…again…for the thousandth time.  Is there a limit as to how many times you can turn 29? I suppose one day I will actually have to  suck it up and turn 30……but not today.

If you’ll excuse me…I need to go and color my gray.

What’s wrong with this picture…

I have PMDD which is short for psychotic PMS.

I’ve had this condition  ever since I hit my teen years. I hate it. And It has been the cause of many  a hurt feeling,  can goods beamed from across the room at a loved one’s head, mistaken drug usage, loss of dear friendships, the untimely death of a fully decorated Christmas Tree, the unexpected growling like a dog at the bag boy just for saying hello, and a host of other terrible things.

Over the years, I’ve gotten better at dealing with this ‘ISSUE’ and have learned how to ’stay in the box’, so to speak, and not cut loose on the nearest person. My family has also learned how to cope with mom’s  crazy mood swings. Usually, they stay far away from me as possible.

Today is different…

I’m  so far out of the box that it isn’t funny……and I can’t seem to get things back under control.

I feel helpless…and angry, and more than a bit out there

I have this uncontrollable urge coming on to haul the laundry out onto the front lawn and set fire to it….

You laugh now, but wait until the fire department shows up…..