this is rare for me but has been happening lately – my PMS makes me feel like the universe is messing with me. let me give you an example of a day in the life with PMS krystina. wake up on the wrong side of the bed. stub my toe on the post on the way to the kitchen to make tea. find that we are out of almond milk, milk, and creamer for said tea. make a sticky mess spilling honey on side of tea cup. the spoon falls out of my hands and lands on the stubbed toe… grrr. getting frustrated. i accidentally slam my finger in the cabinet putting honey away. get dressed. time to leave the house and take children to friends’ – can’t find keys, oh there they are. can’t find any of my shoes. phone rings. Brockman decided to feed the cats overflowing bowls of water and dry food… all over the kitchen. the phone rings again i answer, it’s the 200th telemarketer telling me to sign up for an illegitimate health insurance – even though i am on the federal trade commission’s government do not call list and i already have health insurance. i tell him what he can do with his health insurance while i wipe up soggy cat food off our new floors. time to go but have to look up the email for the home address of one of the friends – computer is suddenly super slow, like molasses. waiting. waiting. now we’re 20 minutes late. everyone is cranky. i am pulling my hair out ready to throw anything within reach. the door bell rings, it’s the letter carrier with certified mail from the IRS… ugh! we get in the car, i am barefoot as you might have heard, and we are stuck in traffic. of course. trying to keep a good attitude, trying to be positive, trying to keep my cool. is the universe somehow prodding me until i become a raving lunatic? i sure feel like it! has this happened to you? does any of this sound familiar? help!