2 posts tagged “hormones”

They will be reaching puberty and the teen years just about the time you are hitting peri-menopause.

Irrational teen (preteen) hormones and the totally erratic mood swings of peri-menopause do NOT go together very nicely.

The surges and such of my hormone levels cause me to get migraines.  About every two weeks; one is 'just' a migraine and the next one will be a killer.  (The killer ones coincide with my period.)  Along with the migraines are the mood swings.  I'm sure my husband would wish my mood would make up it's mind.  Since I am currently in the middle of a 'just' a migraine, I know that the next two weeks will be spent getting mad.  No real reason.  I'm just going to get mad at any and everything.  I will get thoroughly 100% want-to-leave-and-never-return mad.  Last time (maybe it was the time before) I got so angry CR managed to get me to talk about what was driving me so mad.  Making sure to preface my 'rant' with the appropriate 'its not you, its the hormones' and other blather I went off on how there are times that I feel like the only one that EVER does any work around the house.  I also followed it up with how I know he does somethings around the house, folding clothes and other assorted things.  Then he asked me what I wanted him to do.  "Open your eyes, see that it needs to be done, and do it!.  Don't wait for me to ask you to help, you see the garbage is over-flowing, empty it, you see the clothes in the baskets need to be folded, fold them.  Don't wait on me to 'tell' you or ask you to do something...I'm not your Mom."  I went on about how it's not fair that I am the one that does all of the cooking and kitchen cleaing, how I have two full time jobs and only get paid for one.  oh, yeah...and I cried.  ~sigh~

Since then, he's been real good about jumping in and putting the dishes in the dishwasher after I cook supper and doing other assorted things without asking.  Or he'll ask if I mind if he skips a chore to do something else.  It's been nice.

Today I have 'just' a migraine.  Not so bad that I'm not functioning at nearly normal...(Gotta love prescription drugs). 

Why do I feel so bad that he's in the kitchen cleaning up after I fixed a big Sunday dinner??  I mean, I'm near tears...and this is something I asked for.

Silly hormones.