Why do we (humans…specifically women) feel that we are not whole without the validation of someone else? Don’t get me wrong…I love my husband, and I know he loves me…but why do I feel as if have to seek his approval to feel fulfilled? Realistically, I know I don’t need it. Intellectually, I know I shouldn’t want it. But emotionally, I crave it—almost to the point of irritation—especially when I don’t get it.
Gah! Being a woman is confusing. I do not blame men for being clueless to figure us out.
Needless to say, Mike and I were out of balance today. That isn’t to say we were arguing…more like…not meshing. It happens. Just about once every month, in fact.
Shall I just say that hormones are evil?
And it’s not just my hormones causing distress in my house this beautiful Blogtober weekend…all three girls appear to be suffering from the same affliction. There is nothing scarier than being trapped in a house with four females all experiencing the rollercoaster of emotions that is PMS. So is it any wonder that the sole man in our house was lit up like a cat walking across a static-filled fleece blanket?
Perhaps I exaggerate.
Still…it was a tense Saturday. Even if it was nice at the same time. It was a contradiction all the way around. The weather was spectacular…beyond perfect. But the climate indoors was frosty. We spent as much time as possible under the crystal blue October sky. A little yard work…a few errands…some time with the dogs. All interspersed with minor bickering. And a few irrational tears.
I suppose I can find solace in the fact that it wasn’t just me. The girls each had a minor falling out with their boyfriends too. It definitely makes it easier to blame PMS when a pattern emerges to support it. I’m glad my puppy is a boy…no fluctuating hormones to deal with there.
Until the next time…I’ll be meditating with midol!