P.M.S. and such....

Unless you have a preteen/teen daughter and you are a woman, you will not know of the hell called "pms".  Unless you have both of those cases combined, and they happen together, you do not know know my hell that is my life, well more so my husbands and my other childrens.   For a couple of days every month it is like bitch-eat-bitch in my home.   Fine when it was just me and I really didnt care, as it was MY time to shine, lol.  But now the lime light is shared, and I really, really dont care for it.  Almost like someone stole my thunder...

I believe, that there should be a law somewhere that states "that there should not be more than one person in a home with P.M.S at one time". 
For a couple most days out of the month in my house it is pure hell.  Its funny, because I have a real "attitude" when I am awaiting aunt flo the witch to show up, but this is 100x's worse now that I have someone to go through it with me. 

Everything gets harder in this circus, it throws it off.  There is a complete aura of pure bitch that cant seem to move out quick enough for anybody that lives here.  I truly feel bad for all parties involved. 

Just my 30 cents :)