Damn you PMS and your wicked ways
Damn you when you make me feel as if I am losing my mind and need to be locked up
And when you make me crave all the chocolate a girl can eat, damn you to hell!
The water retention, the moody ways, the way you make me feel not as pretty as I do the other 20 days on the month
And the pimples? What is with the pimples you bring? It’s worse than a teenager…no then I had skin as soft as a baby’s bum. Now? Now during the PMS rendezvous that baby bum gets a diaper rash from hell
And most of all, dear PMS, why is it that when you seem to strike ME, you also seem to rub off on my husband…who says men don’t have PMS? Oh, how I beg to differ! And what a bad bad bad combination this brings…
Yes we struggle for about ten days a month with this wicked bully, otherwise known as PMS.
Damn you damn you damn you!
And no, I will not get pregnant, have another baby and breastfeed for another 22 months just to avoid you, no matter how I much I wish to do that this very second.
So until I move on to the next phase of life and my meno takes a pause, I say to you and how you f- me up month after month after month…
DAMN YOU PMS!
(ahhhh, there. Now I feel so much better)