This week, HORMONES were introduced to the LSP.
It wasn't even a fair fight. Hormones clearly won.
I am grateful I survived this week without becoming a news headline. I had fantasies of running away from home or dropping my children off on a street corner somewhere far, far away. I also considered divorcing my husband several times. No, I did not eat well, sleep well, exercise or accomplish any of my LSP objectives. I was in survival mode, people!
It's truly amazing how a normally rational (??) human being can be completely blind sided by little molecules coursing through the blood stream. The tiny fraction of my brain that survived the onslaught kept saying, "You have been taken over by aliens, hang tight and do NOT make any major life decisions for 5 days! You can do this!" I clung to that voice and muscled through. It seems my monthly craziness has just compounded with age, a smaller part of the rational surviving each time. Is that true for anyone else? Or am I totally losing my marbles?
Anyways. This morning, I could tell the war was over. I popped into my youngest daughter's room to wake her up this morning and saw this sight:
Little sleepy toes popping out from quilts made by mama. I was awash with love, and all was right with the world again.