Today was a lot better than yesterday.  Really, I could’ve gone through some genuinely harrowing events today and still have felt a lot better about life, so it’s not a big surprise.

There were many small precious moments that soothed my soul; the big fluffy snowflakes floating silently through air as I stared out of the kitchen window, steaming mug of coffee in hand; the gorgeous rugged mountains of Killarney covered in pure sparkly white; sweet conversations with my hubby in the car (for once he was actually really listening!).

But most of all, I could practically sense each and every bit of tension easing out of my system after the excessive levels of emotional disturbance finally petered out to mere residual shaky sighs and an overall weariness as I finally, thankfully, predictably got my bloody (ha!) period.

Periods are weird.

I remember learning about the physical process a while before I actually got my first one and thinking it was all very interesting and a bit of a nuisance but hey ho, what can you do, I’m a girl, that’s how I get to grow a baby someday…

They completely forgot to mention the psychopathic emotional tsunamis of frustration and depression and grief that would accompany these monthly events; no warning on that front.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve found myself caught up in the most bizarre and overwhelming emotional storms, distraught to a whole new level of hysterical, convinced I was actually going insane, only to realize the next day as I felt the familiar sensations down below: no Liz, you weren’t going mad, you were just getting your period.

Good old Anne Flow making her way out of the building in a wild temper and causing as much chaos and destruction asabefore possible before she leaves.

Thanks Anne – thanks a lot.  What a bitch.

The best thing about this post is that if any guy randomly likes this on the WordPress website, it’s pretty much a given he hasn’t actually read any of it (other bloggers tend to like recently posted pieces in order to get attention for their own sites – they usually don’t bother to read them though, which I think is rude and shallow but there, that’s most of the internet population these days).

I see there are still residues of ratty, grumpy Anne around so before she makes me say anything mean or nasty, I’m going to finish this up.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx