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In case you hadn’t noticed

I’m in a bitch of a mood this week – so frustrated, really irritable, ridiculously impatient, highly volatile, terribly tired and just all round CRANKY!

If there IS such a thing as Post-Menstrual Syndrome, then I’ve totally got it! I’m not joking … I’ve been doing some research to find out if my turning into a psycho after the Great Flood is just a coincidence or not.

Turns out it’s not.

Post-Menstrual Syndrome is real! Thank Gary the Duck. I’m not mental.

According to a few articles I’ve come across, Post-MS symptoms include:

  • Headaches
  • Changes in anxiety or depression or food cravings
  • Breast swelling and tenderness
  • Anxiety or depression
  • Fatigue and trouble sleeping
  • Joint or muscle pain
  • Stress, irritability, mood swings
  • Lack of concentration

Yip – that’s me in a nutshell at the moment!

To those around me at the moment: I’m truly sorry. I hate this as much as you do.

Feeling a bit pissy today

But its got squat to do with anyone else. Promise.


You know, I honestly think that in *my* case, PMS stands for POST Menstrual Syndrome! For goodness’ sake, what’s with all the grouchiness AFTER the Great Flood?

I think my body’s a bit wonky with all this hormone crap and I wouldn’t be surprised if I discovered that I somehow got a double dose in the womb … like I ran around to join the back of the queue again after I got my rations. Idiot.

And, even more freaking idiotic – I COMPLETELY undid all my hard work at gym yesterday by eating ice cream 🙁 No, not just one, and no, not even two. Hells, not even three. Nope, I had to go and devour FOUR of the farking things. I hate my relationship with food, it totally sucks. Yeah, yeah, yeah … newsflash for those of you who don’t know yet: I am a binge eater. I have a problem with food. It’s a nasteh problem that found its awful way into my life a couple of years ago. (It’s all emotional, related to swallowing crap feelings and sabotaging myself … stuff that I still need to deal with.) So I’m feeling even more horrid about myself right now. Hrmph!

Anyhoo … ONE good thing about today … my cleaning lady is back.


I can finally stop stressing about trying to be Superwoman (while failing miserably at it) and reclaim my title as Domestic Un-Goddess. Aaaah … much better!

Laterz people xxx

PS Is it just me or are there more damn flies around than normal?

PMS alert

Thank goodness!! No wonder I’ve been feeling so ridiculously stressed and irritable recently …

I really should keep better track of these things.

But what a relief to once again know that I have not mutated into The Crazy Old Cat Lady Down The Road That Everyone Avoids! (Yet, hehehe)

Today I feel good – strong and positive and NO HEADACHE FOR ONCE – and ready to dive into some work and domestic chores that I’ve been avoiding … Queen of Procrastination, remember =)

And this afternoon I’m going to take a trip to Cavendish Square. I feel like a bit of retail therapy so I’m going to spend my gambling winnings. Think I’ll pop into Look & Listen and see if they have any new music or Xbox games worth buying.

Later xx

“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”
– Carl Bard

My quiet weekend

Yeah, I know … what’s new, right?

Anyway, Saturday was a really crappy day for me – you can read more about that here if it boils your veggies. Turns out the shrieking kids were having a birthday party, so I felt a bit bad about feeling so irritated when I heard them all singing Happy Birthday! But then later, the little brats decided to entertain themselves by climbing over the side wall, scream “HELLOOOOOOO!”, like they were trying to get my attention, and then toss their sweets and lollipops into my garden. Jeesh … the dogs were going crazy, the cats were scared out of their minds and I nearly lost it. After about half and hour of this, I sent my stern booming teacher voice out the window and asked them to please stop. Silence. Whew.

I was as grumpy as all hell that day. Sir G was going to come around that afternoon but I told him that I needed to be alone; I just really didn’t feel like company at all. I think he was pissed – I didn’t hear from him again- he doesn’t like it when I don’t give him enough notice about these things …

Later in the day, I did my mom’s taxi stint for the boys and then realized I’d forgotten a few essential grocery items and that my newspaper hadn’t been delivered AGAIN, so I reluctantly pulled into the Spar, grabbed what I needed and hurried out of there before I could ram my trolly up someone’s bum. I then discovered that my grumpy mood was all thanks to PMS – ok, so that’s more info than you needed to know, but I was relieved to know I wasn’t turning into The Crazy Old Cat Lady Down The Road That Everyone Avoids. I spent the rest of the day trying to relax by reading the paper and finishing my latest Marion Keys Novel, “Angels” – loved it!

Sunday was much better. I woke up far too early in the morning though, thanks to the kids next door again, but with only a mild headache for a change. I decided that I wanted to have a productive day so I drove off to Makro and filled my car with all sorts of supplies that I thought refugees would need – toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, baby food, bread, peanut butter, canned food, that sort of stuff – and paid a visit to the Red Cross. They told me they desperately needed blankets, but by that time all the shops were closed so I couldn’t do anything about it then unfortunately. I’ll see what I can find this week.

I got home, arranged all my new fridge poetry words into word types (how OCD is that?!), caught up on some paper work, paid a few bills, coded a site, and finished knitting a jersey (I just need to sew it up now). By the time I got done with all that, it was 9pm and I settled into bed to watch Midsomer Murders. I don’t know what it is about that programme that makes me love it – most people, ok everyone, thinks it’s so dull and boring, but I enjoy it, no idea why.

And that’s it – my weekend in a nutshell. Gripping stuff, hey?