The Visitor - Day 2

Some days it just SUCKS to be a female. Oh shut up you know it's true too.

Yes I know we have many charms and advantages but DAMN IT the scales are just not balanced enough. I'm not talking about the "big picture" here... just bodily functions.

So today is day two of the dreadful ever recurring monthly visit. It's always my very worst day. Tomorrow I will feel sorry for the kids.... tomorrow.

Before my 3rd child was born my cycles were easy, irregular, a little light cramping, and rarely lasted more than 5 days. Loved it. Well not loved but I can appreciate it now. They say old age does that to a person. Some may not have thought it would happen at 30.

Now she's 2 and put in a field goal effort to a pocket of hormones while she was in there. No I'm not saying it's her fault (anymore) but I could just about scream. Well I usually do on day 2.
I scream at the dog because she won't move out of my way.
I scream at the teenage on the phone while she's driving and smoking.
I scream at the 18 wheeler who pulls out in front of me when there is NO ONE coming behind me for a mile. Seriously could he not have waited 10 seconds for me to pass him.
As you can see I scream and those were just out loud. I screams in my head are much more frequent... and more violent.
The changes in the last 2 years have been slow coming.
I'm actually regular, which is a some what welcomed addition to the list.
My cramps remind me of the small amount of labor I went through with my first child.
I should buy stock in Tampax just to make sure Day 2 is covered. Yes even in this economy.
I can't buy junk food for the family near Day 2 because I WILL eat it ALL.
If JAH (just about husband, whole other post, keep reading) even so much as touches my thigh with his hand he'll lose a finger or 2.


But as Day 2 winds down, the Midol wears off, and the Tylenol PM kicks in this picture makes me laugh that Day 2 is over. Day 3 in comparison is as if I was a man.