Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

paging dr jekyll

I’m beginning to think the women in this house aren’t the only ones suffering from PMS.

Oh, yeah…I said it. What now? Do I duck? Do I hide? Why should I? It’s true, you know. Everyone has mood swings. You (by you, I mean me) just have to remember mood swings are not the kind you find on a playground. I mean, yeah…I guess you could find them on a playground, but that’s not the same thing. Mood swings are dangerous.

As a quick aside, real swings are pretty dangerous too. I once fell off and scraped my face in the dirt. But, I’m going off topic.

So, yeah…mood swings. Those irritably unpredictable moments when one minute you’re up, wiggling your toes in the clouds with a giggle, and in the next, you’re face first in the muddy foot path below. But dudes don’t get PMS do they? It’s not biologically possible, is it? I suppose I’ve never done the actual research, but in my limited experience (as in, limited to my own experiences) I’m going to say, no. So instead of sending up the red (pardon the pun here) flag of the PMS early detection system, I’m just going to be “paging Dr. Jekyll” anytime I feel the swing has reached the sky. If the swing is in the dirt, I’ll be taking cover. I will NOT be antagonizing Mr. Hyde.

Ok, so I said I wasn’t going to antagonize the monster. Yeah, well that was before I discovered I needed to fly that red flag after all. PMS apparently loves company and the minute company is in the air, it shows up. Or maybe it just seems that way. I need to do further research. And unfortunately, it looks like I have plenty of subject material around here.

My own personal Mr. Hyde is sleeping on the amazingly comfortable sofa again this evening (hardly punishment, and definitely self-imposed, either way) while I sleep (or rather can’t sleep) in the bed. I’ve already watched my favorite movie on repeat for the past few hours (something I can only do when Hyde pulls couch duty) and even that isn’t helping. A storm rages on outside, and ordinarily, I would be sleeping peacefully…blissfully unaware…but tonight, I’m just listening to the sounds of thunder and the rhythmic pounding of rain against the glass. And no one is snoring beside me. All in all, not a bad night, really.  Maybe I should piss off the monster more often.

Until the next time…I’ll be listening to the rain.

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