I would love to be able to say that “that time of the month” has no effect on me, that it’s just something that happens as I go about my every day routine and then it’s gone. The thing is, I turn into a rage monster who has an insatiable craving for salty food and I hate everyone and everything and want to drive far, far away from it all.

The comical thing is, I am taken by surprise every. single. month. I have a thundercloud of anger floating around my head and spend a good chunk of time trying to figure out why, as evidenced by the Facebook status I posted the other day.

Me: “I’m in a HORRENDOUS mood, no idea why.” My husband: “May I gently suggest that this happens approximately once a month?”

RIP, Honey.

We laugh about it (Spoiler alert: He’s still alive) because it’s so stereotypical. What we don’t laugh about (until a few days later) is how he somehow takes this time to tease me more than he usually does, which eventually ends in me telling him to KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY.

It took me many years, but I’ve learned to just keep my mouth shut for a day (or three) so as to not let my hormones say things to people that don’t ever need to be said. It still happens, of course, but for the most part I just go a little quiet and rant away in my head. Added bonus: I always win in those imaginary arguments.

How do you guys cope when the hormones are raging?

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