Ladies, (really boys, stop reading now. You'll be embarrassed if you continue. And you will never want to look me in the eye again.) I did some calculating the other day instead of studying for my 2 hour exam that I ended up getting a 77 on. Poop. Anyway back to the calculations. It's about that time of the month again and I tend to get crazy. I never noticed it until these past 2 years or so because it has become...an issue. I get emotional, needy, pissed off, crazy, cranky, happy, and so on and so forth. You name it...I experience it. And it SUCKS. So I started thinking about this and did a little math. Here it is:
So far, I have spent approximately 1.6 years of my life in this hormone induced hell. Every year I spend about 84 days as the mayor of crazyville.
If I start menopause around the age of 50, I will have spent about 8.2 years being psychotic. This means I have about 6.6 more years left.
Unfortunately, as I have NO idea how many children I will have, this does NOT include 9 months of pregnancy per child.
Poop. Again.
I know that my Heavenly Father loves me but, REALLY?! I really want to know WHY all these ridiculously raging hormones are necessary. They make me all kinds of crazy. I feel bad for the poor man who I will marry. But he will put up with it. Sorry, love, it comes with the territory. (As much as you and I both wish it didn't.)
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| Oh, yes. thanks, google images. |
Ummm remember when you blogged? Yeah, do that again please, that was fun. Also, YES to the cupcake run
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