It's Just PMS

I had signs that my monthly visitor was here on time, but it was a quick hello and goodbye. That was two weeks ago. I didn't know if she was coming back again or if that was it. Well, she's back and I say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I have no worries of pregnancy. It's the insane prelude to my visitor that's the problem. How is it after this many years, that I don't know it's PMS?? I can still believe that life sucks, everyone is sooooooo stupid, and HATE the world, cry at the drop of a hat, and think it's REAL! I need to quit my job, sell the house, get rid of the cars, not talk to anyone ever again. If all that would go away, maybe I would feel better, but right now life sucks, I hate it, and I want it all to go away. Jerry and I had a minor aha moment last night thinking that maybe it's PMS. I hoped, hoped hoped. I think maybe PMS causes the weirdness that doesn't let me believe it's really PMS. I believe that I hate life. I told him this morning that I feel like I'm having a melt down and don't know how much more I can take. Then she showed up. Kind of laughing at me. Surprise! Sorry I'm late. No, you're not losing your mind, Sandy. It's just me. And just like that, I'm normal again. Just like that. I'm crazy, she shows up, and I'm normal again. How do I not know?????