It’s a beautiful evening. The sun is setting, but the sky is stil blue, and I have spent the day having a little cry on and off for no particular reason.
I love being a woman, but PMT has hit me like a bitch over the last two days. I knew it was coming when I woke up in a bit of a funk yesterday morning at 3.00am, and again this morning at the same time, and even though I’ve done my best to distract myself as much as possible I just can’t seem to shake it. I’ve been for a run, I’ve done loads of laundry, I’ve made Rocky Road, I’ve even been to the bloody circus (seriously, I genuinely have), but it hasn’t eased up. I’ve cried because The Bloke asked me was I ok, I cried because of a song I was reminded of on another blog, I even had a little cry to myself when I burnt the pizza I was cooking for dinner. And then, Daisy, my dream – killing cat, came and sat next to me and put her little head on my arm when I was having a cry, which made me worse because that’s exactly what my beloved cat, Wobbly, used to do whenever I was upset and it reminded me that the anniversary of her death is approaching.
I hate crying. It makes me feel weak and silly. I have nothing to cry about – the last eight months has been some of the happiest I can remember. I have a nice roof over my head, a good relationship, a good family and friends and two weeks holiday ahead of me. However, when those bastard hormones kick in there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s rubbish.
There’s only one thing for it – a kick ass action film where lots of alien things get killed…
What about you guys? What do you do when the funk kicks in?