Hormonal Imbalances Not Karma.

I am extremely unmotivated....and very, very tired. I am doing nothing....for days. Baby and Larger One come over and I keep them alive and supplied with "pink milk" and " 'mallows". When they nap - I nap. I can barely get up the curiosity to check my email. I've been reading even more than usual. I think I know the problem. Mid-cycle hormones gone wild.

When I start eating ice-cream at 10am and icing my bread with butter...When the bread is just an excuse to eat the butter, and I lick the knife and think, "damn, that's good"...When I wake up feeling vaguely troubled, like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the first one hasn't yet, progressing through the day to a dull sadness...Not unlike a dull headache...You're not always conscience of it, but it's always there, taking the sharp edge off of feeling well, or feeling happy. ..I'm restless, agitated, unsettled, but, I nap for three hours in the afternoon anyway...Then, I know there's something seriously unbalanced transpiring. This has NOTHING to do with circumstances. This is purely organic.

And the next day, more of the same only less. I'm ambiguously blase. I don't care in a snarly way, but I'm too numb to verbalize. Probably, if I would do anything I wanted, I would order a large pizza, have it delivered, and spend the day on the sofa eating and reading. I would not have contact with any other human, I would not turn on the TV or listen to music. I might play computer games. I'd probably kick the cat. But, I'm not going to do any of that. That would truly make things worse. Then I'd have to add regret to the long and growing list of negative character traits I seem to be exhibiting at an escalating pace. I'm grumpy, lethargic, petty, ungrateful, negative, guilty, remorseless, antagonistic, needy, dishonest, tactless... You get the point. Now, excuse me while I go eat worms.

Anyway, what I am going to do is what I need to do...no heroics. Dude will be here soon with the boys. They will need dirt piles, and special treats. I have massive amounts of tomatoes to peel and chop. I won't be so ambitious as to actually make or can salsa, but at least the main ingredient will be prepared when I begin to recover my manic equilibrium. I think we will consider pizza for dinner, though.

I wonder about this whole hormonal fiasco we deal with as women. It's these hormones that regulate our sex drive and procreative processes. We need to ovulate, copulate, and either menstruate or gestate, to keep the human race a viable planetary force. How does feeling various shades of crappy, three out of four weeks a month help this along? If there is a supreme maker, or just natural selective species-improving evolution, I'm wondering if he/it couldn't develop a better system? Especially in this enlightened age of feminism?

I'm just glad that I don't have to radically subvert my womanly inconveniences, in order to appear more equally qualified. I'm glad I don't have to suck it up in the board room, deal with cramps and flooding during basic training. It's usually enough just to make it out of bed in the morning, not snap at Tall One, refrain from eating ALL the chocolate in the house, and manage something, anything, productive.

And I know that this is temporary, that it's not fatal, and if I just "keep it together" it'll pass without catastrophic, lasting consequences. My period is still two weeks away...And that's when it really hits the fan...