Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Wherein I Mention Throwing Things More Often Than I Care To Admit

I've mentioned before the many, many ways that Karate Day kicks my ass. Today was no exception. As soon as The Kid got home from school and the clock started ticking, I could feel myself getting wound up. (Add to this the fact that I have started my period, which, in my perimenopausal state, is a bit of a miracle and a surprise, particularly considering my last three cycles were 66, 34 and 72 days long respectively. More on this, some other time.)

To make matters worse, the instructor I am the least fond of is back and teaching The Kid's class again. Plus, I had to sit on the floor because all the chairs were taken – and I'm 45, sitting on the floor for an hour makes my back hurt and my feet fall asleep. Poor Lefty walked into the karate school and saw the cinched up look on my face and looked as if he really wanted to turn around and run in the other direction. He is a brave man.

By the time the class was over, my dislike for this instructor plus my simmering hormonal soup had me feeling murderous AND tearful. Trying to get supper on the table, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to cry or throw things. I sat down and ate supper instead. I asked The Kid for extra hugs at bedtime, and he happily obliged. This helped but I am still feeling sort of twisted up and angry and crampy.

Being aware that what your feeling is being ratcheted up by your hormones doesn't make you feel any less like yelling or flinging the cast iron skillet out the window.


  1. No, it doesn't. Sending cyber Midol your way.

  2. Thanks and perhaps a little valium...?

  3. This self awareness can be even worse sometimes, namely because it does keep us from yelling or flinging cast iron implements through the windows.

    I would go with the advice from my favorite Harry Potter character, Professor Lupin, "Have some chocolate. It will make you feel better." (I had to paraphrase there.)

  4. Oh my--I can sympathize, considering my hormones are wacking me out this week. What helps me it to pull away as much as I can get away with--whittle down the to-do list to absolute essentials, not turning on the computer, & declaring it a Catch-as-Catch-Can day. Chocolate and books help, too.

  5. Thanks for the most excellent advice. I am applying chocolate and books and a heating pad...

  6. I'm all that AND I'm trying to quit smoking. Sometimes it just suck, doesn't it?