People think I’m crazy. But, I love my PMS! Sure, I get a little edgy. I might fly off the handle for no apparent reason. I may feel like electricity is running through my vains. I might even cry over a cereal commercial.
So, why do I love it so much? Most of the time I suffer from fatigue. I tend to doze off in the afternoon if I’m really tired. When I have PMS, I’m like the Tasmanian Devil. Suddenly, I have energy at my fingertips. It seems like the procrastination that plagues me three weeks out of the month vanishes.
It’s not just the excess energy. I become an organizing and cleaning machine for at four to five days. Things just start to bug me. I feel that I must clean RIGHT NOW!!!
A stack of papers could be sitting on my desk for six months. Suddenly, I can’t take it any more. I must organize and file that stack. Something need scrubbing? I’m there! How about that drawer that hasn’t been opened since last Christmas? It’s mine all mine!
The funny part is I hate to clean. Yet, during PMS I almost thrive on it. I can do it all–and I almost do!
It’s probably a good thing that I get these bursts of frenetic energy. Otherwise, I may never get anything cleaned up. I’m already in danger of being found under a mound of genealogy binders. I hate to think what it would be like if I didn’t get the monthly cleaning bug. At least, I know that I will get some things done some of the time.
And, it’s a good outlet for my crankiness. I’m not the easiest to live with on any given day. When I’m PMS, I’m even worse. I can take out my aggressions on a desk or a file cabinet. Better than taking it out on people and pets.