I hate Aunt Flo

Being perfect is exhausting.  I feel like I have a non stop list of things I need to get done as soon as possible.  I finish one task and add two more to the list.  I have been known to take on way too much, but I have not yet learned to slow it down.  It's like I feel this life is so short and just want to cram as much as I possibly can in each moment.  

Cheer competition is this weekend, it's the first of the month so my work load triples, I am in the midst of remodeling the house, my husband's work in in the middle of a buyout...it's just been crazy.  So tonight I left work, drove straight up to Watertown to shop for cheer comp, went to pick up my Mom from work, went to my parents' to have a dinner to celebrate my sister's engagment, came home, whipped together two dozen fun and creative treats for Madison's class, tie-dyed twenty pairs of socks for cheer comp crazy sock parade, did a few loads of laundry and finally crawled to the recliner at 10pm.  The dog tried to get in the chair with me to cuddle and I pushed him away and told him I had a headache.  Yeah, it's that bad. 

It doesn't make things any better that Aunt Flo is here for her monthly visit.  That instantly puts me in a pissy mood.  There is no plus side to having your period.  I mean other than knowing you are not pregnant but I don't have time for sex right now.  I forgot to schedule that in.  It's a vicious cycle...I am in a bad mood, I crave sweets on account of my hormones and because I am an emotional eater.  I don't make rational choices.  Just today my co worker and I were craving snacks around 2pm...our normal Hour of Hunger.  She wanted chocolate, I wanted chips.  As I left work I told her she needed to think of something that was healthy, fried and chocolate for me to grab on the way to Watertown.  We tossed around some ideas, like fried chocolate, chocolated dipped fried chicken, Oreo flavored kettle chips.  Bad choices lead to guilt, lack of time and energy leads to no exercise which leads to an overabundance of calories not burned, which turns to pounds, which turns to thunder thighs.  Imperfect, touching thunder thighs.   These ideas were brought to you on behalf of PMS. 

When in Watertown, I had to buy supplies for Aunt Flo's visit.  All I wanted was thin, regular length maxi pads with wings.  Is it that difficult to get what a girl wants??  They are all super strength, extra long, overnight diapers.  Kotex, I sprung a leak, I haven't flooded the basement.  No wonder I can't send Brian to get these for me.  It's like Mission Impossible to find anything less than a Wet Vac in a Pad. 

So I am sitting here bloated, tired, cranky, hungry and imperfect wondering what it is I need to do to find some sort of balance.  I need more sleep, more exercise, more organization, more down time but how do I do it?  Am I the only one who struggles to juggle it all?  All I know is I look forward to next week when should slow down a bit for me with cheerleading ending.  I definitely think some down time is in order...at least until my holiday job and soccer starts.