Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Mood Swings

Warning:  this subject may offend fragile sensibilities. 

Don’t say you weren’t warned.

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Okay, so I’m PMSing today.

Yes, yes, I know.  TMI (Too Much Information).

But hey, I’m just keeping it real.

Let me just make an observation here.

I’ve noticed since I passed the 40 mark, things have started to act funny.  Mood swings were rare during this particularly wonderful time but nowadays

boy-howdy

….it’s all about the freaking mood swings now!

There’s no happy medium with them either.  Because it ranges from one extreme end to the other with nothing in between.

And for me, that means…

… I either get really, really snarky or just downright depressed.

Zen Master:  Do you want some blue cheese and crackers for a snack?

Me:  (baring my teeth)  I don’t want any stinkin‘ cheese!

Zen Master:  Oh-kee…

Zen Mum:  (rambles up to stand beside me)  We need to get more zucchini because we’re finished with the last batch.  Okay?

Me:  (giving her the extreme evil eye).

Zen Mum:  Uh oh.

When I’m finally left on my lonesome, I fidget.  I stand up because I can’t stay still.  I sit down because I don’t want to stand.  I stare at my stack of library books on my bed and I have absolutely no interest in reading them.  I stare out the window and hear the birds and have absolutely no interest in their noise.  I hear my parents chattering in the living room and I have absolutely no interest in being with people.

I look at the sunlight streaming through my window and think Hah!  What a joke!  It looks like spring out there but it’s still freaking winter!  What a con!

I want to SCREAM, just for the heck of it!

I want to bungee-jump off the Screaming Tower of Terror and shriek like a BANSHEE!

Then I notice Zen Master and Zen Mum tip-toeing into my room.  I snarl at them as they come near me.  Zen Master slowly places Pamprin on the table while Zen Mum puts a glass of milk beside the pills.  I watch as they slowly back out of the room, closing the door behind them.

I have to blink back the tears.

God bless Pamprin.

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