In the realm of TMI information I am having the worst PMS of my life without exaggeration. I dunno if it’s stress from moving or the cycles of the moon or some other environmental factor but I have been mood swinging like a wrecking ball for the last week and I should be past this into the horrible crampy period symptoms instead, in fact I LONG for them but it just won’t come and get over with. But I’ve learned something from my Jekyll/Hyde mood switches from Razor Hell-beast to Leaky Water Faucet. I can control myself if I absolutely have to.

A little moving tip – bellowing at your moving help will make them leave – or at least not volunteer to help you again, so don’t do it. And I didn’t, although my mind was screaming I don’t think they sensed my death-ray vibes. It’s amazing how much it physically hurts to restrain those hormonal emotions, I had a constant headache and (what I hope isn’t a permanent) dent in my lower lip from biting back scathing retorts all week. I sucked up the tears while I thought about the boxes in my car waiting for my next trip down the thirty stairs (also not an exaggeration) of my apartment building and back up again.

I’m still horribly emotional and I’ve got a hair trigger on them all. But I have a greater confidence after this week of moving/PMS drama that I CAN control the hormones. Ordinarily I just hole myself into my apartment during these times unless I have to speak to someone but with the barrage of people in and out due to my move it was impossible to avoid. Yay me I deserve a pat on the back for my tremendous self control.

As a side note I had better have thighs of steel after living in this apartment for a month. Err well at least less cellulite-y thighs of something.

When I’ve finished unpacking/storing boxes I’ll post pics of the new digs. It’s a great apartment… crap I’m going to cry again.