Well hey-ho, it’s that time of the month again.

For once, I haven’t been on a hysterical emotional roller-coaster.  I got very grumpy a few days ago when trying to write an article that was impossibly difficult, but aside from wanting to tear my hair out that afternoon, I’ve been pretty emotionally-balanced and calm these past few weeks.

This must be what it’s like to be a guy!

It’s nice not to be so emotionally-challenged for a change, not to be either sobbing with  grief or dangerously close to smashing things and setting the house on fire with rage.

Buuut… it’s also kinda boring.  I’m used to my emotional world being more like a choppy stormy sea; terrifying at times but also exciting and interesting.  You never know what wild fury’s coming next.

These calm, gentle waters are weird.  And suspicious.  I’m looking at the horizon as the soft waves brush gently over my toes and I’m thinking, alright you guys, what crazy shit are you planning next?

You know like when you’re minding kids and they’re all rowdy and running into things and driving you nuts and then suddenly you realize it’s gone quiet?  And now you’re  the one running to find out what they’re up to and you discover one of them in the washing machine and the other one’s turning it on, or they’ve gotten into the medicine cabinet and are in the process of eating/drinking everything in sight.

That kind of “oh holy FUCK!!” stuff.

I’d much rather my emotional babies were bouncing off the walls around me, knocking plants over or poking me in the face, right where I can see them thank you very much.

They might be driving me bananas, but at least they’re here ’cause I don’t trust them when they go all quiet like this.

Then again, perhaps this is what it’s like to be a calm, balanced, sane individual as opposed to the deranged irrational woman I normally am.  Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf?  Maybe I’m finally gaining some emotional equilibrium.

Ha!  And maybe Donald Trump isn’t actually a big orange womanizing turd…

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx

p.s. no kids – figurative, literal or emotional – were harmed in the writing of this post.

p.p.s.  I have no opinion on the colour of Donald Trump, I merely picked orange as it was the first one that popped into my head.