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Let's see...so far today I've managed to:
1. Wake up an hour early thanks to the dog chasing a fly across my head.
2. Spend a half hour trying to hit the wildest fly on the planet with a fly swatter.
3. Weigh myself (as PMS has me horribly bloated) and discover that I'm at 130 pounds. Yeah. I'm not fitting in any of my clothes right and I've lost 5 pounds.
4. Found that I can't get an earring in my left ear.
5. Knocked the iron (which was on) off the ironing board and onto a plastic bag (which has a good portion now stuck to the iron).
6. Knocked the iron off before I was done ironing the pants.
7. Ran out of the good foundation.
8. Got really teary over a news segment. (Note the PMS.)
9. Went to grocery store, got four items, got in line...and was asked to go to the other register. (To which I pointed out "But that line is longer". I'm sorry, but when there are two registers open total, and I have to be at work in ten minutes, I don't CARE if Suzy Q needs to go on break - get a register open first, then encourage me to go to another line. Incidentally, they sent me up to the service desk to check out.)
10. Have run into inanimate objects several times.
11. AND my mother is being a butt by snapping at me when I told her I couldn't clean under the counters at the store. Um, so the part where I'm wearing nice clothes and don't feel like getting grimy? When she knew I'd be in nice clothes? (In fact, the entire family is being annoying. Seems there are Father's Day plans that no one told me about, other than "Go to church and out to eat". Lordy. Luckily it's in terms of, those things, but details involving them that no one is mentioning, which is annoying in and of itself.)
ETA:
12. Apparently extreme clumsiness is a new symptom of PMS. Because the running into inanimate objects several times? Was just capped by running over my toe with a vacuum cleaner.
1. Wake up an hour early thanks to the dog chasing a fly across my head.
2. Spend a half hour trying to hit the wildest fly on the planet with a fly swatter.
3. Weigh myself (as PMS has me horribly bloated) and discover that I'm at 130 pounds. Yeah. I'm not fitting in any of my clothes right and I've lost 5 pounds.
4. Found that I can't get an earring in my left ear.
5. Knocked the iron (which was on) off the ironing board and onto a plastic bag (which has a good portion now stuck to the iron).
6. Knocked the iron off before I was done ironing the pants.
7. Ran out of the good foundation.
8. Got really teary over a news segment. (Note the PMS.)
9. Went to grocery store, got four items, got in line...and was asked to go to the other register. (To which I pointed out "But that line is longer". I'm sorry, but when there are two registers open total, and I have to be at work in ten minutes, I don't CARE if Suzy Q needs to go on break - get a register open first, then encourage me to go to another line. Incidentally, they sent me up to the service desk to check out.)
10. Have run into inanimate objects several times.
11. AND my mother is being a butt by snapping at me when I told her I couldn't clean under the counters at the store. Um, so the part where I'm wearing nice clothes and don't feel like getting grimy? When she knew I'd be in nice clothes? (In fact, the entire family is being annoying. Seems there are Father's Day plans that no one told me about, other than "Go to church and out to eat". Lordy. Luckily it's in terms of, those things, but details involving them that no one is mentioning, which is annoying in and of itself.)
ETA:
12. Apparently extreme clumsiness is a new symptom of PMS. Because the running into inanimate objects several times? Was just capped by running over my toe with a vacuum cleaner.
