All right, females of the world...or the two or three who read this blog...
Does your PMS ever catch you by surprise?
I swear, I'll have a day (like today) when I want to hit everyone in the face, to be alone, and to be held, to run around, and to stay in my bed, to cry my eyes out and to eat a whole jar of tostitos nacho cheese with a bag of chips. (Specificity for a reason? I may have done this yesterday...maybe, maybe not. You don't know)
I. Feel. Awful.
And, for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. I usually end up explaining how I feel to someone (usually the Boy) and they say "Heidi, you're PMSing." To which I reply, "Oh."
You'd think after 10 years of this, I'd be used to it by now, or at least be able to recognize why I feel so irrationally terrible all of a sudden.
Am I crazy? Does this happen to anyone else?