Send me off to a hot bath with a cup of hot coffee and a chocolate (or six) and I’m good to go.    I’ll even volunteer to hang a warning sign: “You may want to consider just.. you know..letting me soak until my mood changes.    Yes, I know I’m a tad witchy today with no sense of humour.   Sorry.  It will all be fine tomorrow.  Promise.   Love you!”    I’ll even decorate it with little hearts and happy faces.

Of course, half of the battle is realising that your hormones have, indeed, collided.

In an effort to avoid the crying due to complete lack of sense of humour, I researched possible methods to avoid PMS altogether. They include drinking less caffeine (no), exercising 3x or more a week (ok), not smoking (not a problem) and avoiding chocolate (really not a big deal for me).

If these things might help me avoid being a wreck for that one day a month, it could be worth the effort.

I so like being a girl.