My life with PMS…

I was reading back some of my latest posts and OH MY GOD do I complain…

If it is not about Elliott being a little cheeky terror it is about Victor who has been a rather loud toddler lately. Or this is about the lack of energy contained in my aching body.
 
It is about time for me to face the facts: every passing month, at a certain time of the month, generally around 2 weeks before THE time of the month I become a complete hormonal freak. I turn into the scary werewolf you do not want to cross…

A couple of weeks ago, the world was a big black hole and so deep I couldn't see any light. My mornings were made of coffees sprinkled with tears. My body was aching and every bit of me just wanted to hide in that hole not to be seen for weeks. I just wanted to be alone with no one around; just me, myself and my shadow. But how can you ever be alone when you have 2 little toddlers whose life revolves around you?

During these few days making breakfast was like running a marathon and getting dressed was attempting to climb the Everest just after the marathon.

I cried… I cried every morning for a few days and then I started crying the rest of the day for a few more days. I cried when the boys were trashing the house. I cried when I found Victor licking the toilet seat or when Elliott found my sewing box and started unraveling my threads.

I cried on the phone with my mum who kept telling me I had to see a doctor because "gosh, you sound like a depressed woman" is what she kept saying. She convinced me and I was started to think that maybe I needed help. Everything was tipping me over the edge and I was battling between highs and lows.
The toilet seat incident provoked floods of tears followed by loud laughter when, to cheer me up, Victor attempted to walk with a toilet roll balanced on top of his head bearing the cheekiest smile. 

And then after a few days it got better. The hole was becoming smaller and brighter and I could laugh again. My energy level raised and I was happy again.
Most important of all, I was enjoying the company of my children again.

So I reflected on the previous few days.

I remembered that a couple of months ago, when my mum visited us, we had planned a Spa day. I remember that day feeling like a miserable wreck. Actually feeling the same as that latest episode. 

And then last month I remember turning into an absolute freak because our bedroom "was always messy" and all I was asking was to have a tidy bedroom to retreat to after a long day and not an old socks cemetery…

That's when it hit me. The truth hit me. I am suffering from Premenstrual Syndrome… 

Anyone out there having it very badly and could recommend something? And does anyone know if evening primrose oil can be administered with a drip and the possibility to top it up in emergency, for example in the situation of a toilet seat licking event or when socks are left lying around the bedroom floor?!

If anyone has any advice, please share it…