Moanna is PMSing

I think, I remember why I wanted to have all boys. For a long time, I thought what I originally believe about little girls was all wrong. I actually believed they were these sweet, little, giggling, happy children.  Thankfully, I have been whipped back into shape, and reminded that little girls are sassy pants, moody creatures from time-to-time, and age does NOT matter! If you thought you would not have to deal with PMSing mood swings until your daughter hit puberty, you were wrong. I hate to be the one to break the bad news to you, but someone has to warn you!

I have had this funny little feeling off-and-on from the time Moanna was born that her bad mood days were my fault. I always pushed it off, and thought, No way, I am not taking responsibility for this.”  I can’t deny it any longer. Through some strange female osmosis Moanna soaks up my hormones and throws them back in my face, and she’s  been doing it since she was an infant! It’s the same osmosis that put you and your roommate on the same lunar calendar when you were in college – you know what I’m talking about. Evil!

I always know when I’m about to start my period because Moanna starts to get moody and bossy. Most of the time she is a very cheerful child, but when she picks up my PMS hormones, she morphs into this miniature 13 year-old diva! She gets sassy, refuses to compromise, and if she does not get what she wants, watch out! She will have a nuclear meltdown complete with stomping, creaming, crying and hyperventilating.  You can tell me it’s just “terrible-two’s,” but I’ve caught onto the pattern, and 95% of the time these moods come with my period.

For a few days each month Mo’ and I do not get along very well. We argue. There isn’t a lot for a two-year-old and her mom to argue about, but we manage to come up with a few things to fight about. We have no patience for each other. Sure, I should be the bigger person and let her have her way during these distressing times, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m stubborn and spiteful! So is she! We are easily frustrated, and cry a lot when we spend these days together, and thankfully take very long naps to pass the time.

It is on these days that we look forward to Steve coming home the most so he can rescue us from each other! He gets home and Mo’ and I are both like, “Thank heavens! You deal with her! I can’t take it anymore; she’s absolutely insane!” I just feel bad for the poor guy because the day is going to come. There is going to come a day when he comes home to find a 13 year-old Moanna, a wife and possibly other small girls who will all be fed up with each other’s hormones. They are all going to look at him and think, “Thank heavens! You deal with them!”

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