Good Cop Bad Cop

Moms are kind of like cops. They police the area watching for signs of unintelligent behavior, they take note of the surroundings, they make their best attempt at cleaning up the boundries that they are in charge of.

And here is where this post takes a severe curve ball out into left field (but don't worry, I'll make the connection for you later). If you're a guy reading this, but I really doubt there are any guys that read my posts- even my other half- sorry, but this is a girl post. You can proceed if you like, but here is the TMI warning.

I'm a good mom. I'm going to give myself that today. I'm a good mom. HALF of the time. The other half of the time, I don't know who that crazy lady in my house, screwing up my kids is! Let me tell you, from Day 1 after Aunt Flo comes to visit, I'm calm, patient, my panties are never in a bunch, I can turn frustrating situations into funny ones, I'm loving, compassionate, rational, I hug and kiss and love on my kids, twirling them around and playing the, "Boo! I love you!" game. It's glorious! It's how being a mom was meant to be- truly!! And then, just as inevitable as the sun rising in the morning, the days tick on by and all of a sudden she shows up. That other mom. She comes in, ties my hands behind my back, duct tapes my mouth, blindfolds me and shoves me in the closet for several days. She is irritable, annoyed, impatient, snappy, irrational, and self-pitying. Oh seriously she's so annoying. But I feel like I can't fend her off. I can't guard my castle against her.

I was watching the show The Doctors the other day. They were talking about PMS and said how something like 60% of women are affected by it. Some women even suffer from severe depression symptoms during this time. Dr. Lisa was talking about certain ways to deal with these symptoms and noted that one of the best things to do for PMS is to be alone. Alone.... what a lovely word and if only it were that easy just at the time of the month when it was needed. But like that EVER happens.

So what to do? That's the question. As I'm a year post-partum now, my body is really getting back to "normal". I've got to get a handle on what my hormones are going to do and be the master of my own body. It's just difficult when I feel like the loony bin should be on my husband's speed dial.

Back to the cop thing. Ok... so the connection isn't quite what I thought it was going to be. There's the saying "Good cop, bad cop," and well.... I feel like "Good mom, bad mom." That's all.