What is it about dreary days that automatically make you lazy? And moody? And irritable? Living in the Seattle Metro area, this can be very debilitating and lead to piles of laundry, days without working out, and a bad mood I can’t blame on my period. I prefer to save up my moody days for my cycle. I’m afraid my husband will leave me if I’m moody the other 4 days of the month I don’t blame it on my period.
I woke up yesterday and it was dreary and cold and rainy, and that’s also pretty much how my day felt. I had no reason to feel this way besides I looked outside and the weather was basically flipping me off. It’s like it knew I had plans to get a bunch of stuff done around the house and that I hadn’t worked out in many days and it said, “Add one more day, Toots!” I wanted to flip it off right back and get a bunch of things done and go sweat it out for 2 hours at the gym. That would show it! I ended up on the computer most of the day, talked on the phone with a couple of girlfriends, and barely picked up the house before I had to get the kids.
Today I got up and the sun was peering through the clouds and I was immediately rejuvenated (probably also had something to do with the nine and a half hours of sleep I got), but I prefer to think that the weather felt bad for its apparent lack of respect for me, my mood, my ambition, my husband’s sanity, and my parenting abilities that also seem to diminish when it’s crappy out. Today I made my juice, hummed while I made the 3 rounds of waffles and 3 bags of lunch, and didn’t yell at my kids once! I’m also about ready to head to the gym. Yes, today will be marvelous.
So now that I sit here and ponder the weather’s bizarre control over me, I immediately am frustrated. I am the type of person who will chant to my friends and family when they’re having a bad day, or year, “You make your own happiness.” And I truly do believe this. So why, will someone with this mentality, allow the weather to dictate the type of day, wife, mother, and all around productive person I am going to be? Why am I to be controlled by the weather that is clearly attempting to taunt, rule, and decide how my day will go??
I’m done being controlled, weather. You can blow all the wind, pine needles, rain and hail you want because, one, after I get done posting this I’m heading to the gym (and I don’t care that you made the sun go behind those now questionable clouds as I rant about you), and two, my husband will totally clean all those pine needles out of the gutter and sweep the driveway and walkways, so again, you have no control over me.
Now, if I can just somehow tell my menstrual cycle, period, the 10 days leading up to my period, and the 10 days after that it takes to recover from my period, that they don’t rule me either, I would be eternally grateful. Okay, my husband would be eternally grateful. And my house would be a lot cleaner. And my kids would probably smile more. And my dog would stop hiding from me when he has this 6th sense of what’s happening. I can’t be expected to be responsible for all my moodiness, can I? I didn’t think so.
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