Why is it that the older I get the more bitchy I get when that time of the month rolls around? A few years ago I never even thought about PMS, for me it didn't exist but for some reason as I get closer to hitting 30 my body is filled with all of these hormones that make me unbearable to be around. It's a good thing my family loves me as much as they do. It's not as if I enjoy being a bitch it's just that about a week before my period I am moody and every little thing sets me off.

Take last night for instance, my mom asked me to take a casino run instead of doing the bar hop. Not a big deal, it gave me more hours and some quiet time to read while I'm at the casino. But instead of saying sure, not a problem, I made a big deal about it and was anything but pleasant to her although I did say grudgingly that I would take it after she practically had to beg.

Once I hung up the phone I started bitching about my mom to John, among other things, and he of course feels attacked. I couldn't just leave it alone as I was rushing to get ready (the casino run had an earlier pick-up time) I must have bitched about anything and everything under the sun. Finally when John couldn't take it anymore he told me that if it was that stressful for me to drive I shouldn't do it anymore. I immediately burst into tears giving him a guilt trip for not understanding, for being judgmental, and for only wanting me to drive to get rid of me. Where in the hell that came from I have no idea but once I started I couldn't stop.

I left for my run pissed off, I yelled at the girls for fighting on my way out the door and the only person I said goodbye to was Anthony. It was on my way to my pickup that I realized that my period was coming soon which immediately made me realize what in the hell was wrong with me. Of course I could have called John and explained and apologized but I couldn't, those hormones were still kicking in making me want him to suffer. Isn't that evil? And if I am this bad now imagine when I hit menopause?? Sheesh, I will be terrorizing everyone! Poor John, luckily for my kids they should be well on their way to college by then and won't have to deal with me often, but John will be stuck with me. Let's hope that for John's sake there is a cure for menopause before I get there! ROFLMAO

I felt bad all night for being so horrible to everyone and of course to add to my guilt, when I pull into the shop at 2:30am John is standing there in the rain waiting for me with an umbrella. He tells me that HE is sorry and that he was worried about me all night. I really don't deserve him but it's too late now, he's stuck with me. I did tell him that it wasn't him, it was me on a PMS rampage.

Do you know what really scares me? My mom is even worse than me, she not only has PMS for the week before her period, she is a bitch during her period and for the week after. She really only has one good week a month. Is this what I have to look forward to??? Somebody please shoot me and put me out of my misery! lol