unmet expectations

Oh, the joys of womanhood! I do enjoy being of the female variety. I love the pampering, primping, moisturizing, painting and styling. I live for girl's night when my girlies and I get together to laugh, talk and indulge non-stop. I even and especially embrace that which is typically "expected" of women; the cooking and cleaning and nurturing. I love being a woman... about 3/4ths of the time. Yesiree... about 3 solid weeks out of the month, I'm just tickled pink.
Then for a good seven days I'm not.
I swear, even when I think I'm paying attention, that dreadful week of mood swings sneaks up on me still. Those pesky hormones trick me into behave morbidly irrational. I get uber emotional over normally mild inconveniences. I feel justified in my anger and tears...It's real. Eventually, it occurs to me that perhaps I am, in fact, hormonal. Unfortunately, it usually comes a beat and 1/2 too late. No doubt, by that point, I have openly moped, complained, blamed, cried and lashed out. Basically, your proverbial pit of despair.

Yep. That'd be me today.