Dear PMS

It's Lindsay here. I'm a little troubled by you. You never gave me this much grief during my adolescense. You have to understand, you see, that I have a lot more responsibilities now. I have people that are forced to be cooped up with me during that dreadful week that you like to come around. I'm miserable. I'm a tyrant, and I, quite frankly, want to be left alone. But, that's not an option now is it? Please lighten up, I need my hormones to stay even kill, so I don't have a heart attack or stroke everytime my kids start crying or fighting. Really. I feel like I'm going to blow a gasket everytime someone cries. It's not fair to them or to me. I'm less compassionate and less giving. Actually, come to think of it, I'm quite selfish. I really and truly want to be left alone. Noone ask me to do anything. Give me a few days and I'll be up and chipper and going full throttle, but not for that deadful week each month. All I want to do is sit watch a movie, and eat Circus Cookies. I'm like the poster child for PMS. It really didn't used to be this bad. Maybe I didn't have things in my life that would trigger such dramatic emotional reactions. Then I could at least just keep to myself, or lay in bed, or sleep. So if you could lighten up a little and show me some sympathy, that would be awesome. If not, at least point to some drugs to help me stay balanced.

Your Humble Victim,
Lindsay

Has it gotten worse for you since you've had kids? Any suggestions?