It’s Monday at 8:41pm and I have been ready for bed since my alarm went off at 6:45am. The last week has been a hell storm that I was unprepared for. Some months Aunt Flo comes in bearing gifts and singing sweet nothings. Other months she comes in with her untamed bay-bay kids and has no remorse. This time is the latter of the two. Let’s talk about it.

When I tell you my emotions have been through the roof, breast hurt when you even look at them and I feel like every person who knows my name is my enemy, this is an understatement. Today is not the day to be a single mom, or a business owner and for sure isn’t the day that I’m cooking some healthy from scratch meal that will welcome somebody’s eligible son to the dinner table.

What was God thinking placing all these emotions in women and completely forgetting to give the men an ounce of this BS? Was this the part of the curse that Genesis left out? I’m tired, irritable and so depleted. And my period is a day late (no worries, we ain’t getting any play over here.. remember, I’m single). I feel like each day it’s late it amps up the hormones by 50%. You might catch me crying, then laughing, then yelling, then eating a ho-ho while wanting to be a ho-ho… Jesus help me.

All I can hope is that tomorrow I wake up and I have started flowing so this 5 days can pass. I am ready to be back in my right mind. I’m just thankful it will be starting and ending before school starts next week so that I can begin this next semester off on a good note.

I just finished my glass of wine (to help me forget the stress of the day), now I’m about to drink this feel-good tea my ex’s sister made me (y’all will hear about them later) so I can sleep peacefully and finish a chapter of my book. I will catch y’all later.

Goodnight.

-Lynn