To nag or not to nag, that’s the question. At least it usually is when I’m in that “mood” – the PMS mood. You know the one. It’s basically PMS, but if a man dares to mention it, he deserves to face your wrath because since he has never personally experienced it himself, he has no right to ask you questions like “Is it that time of the month?” or “Are you PMSing?” The only thing those questions deserve is a punch in the stomach! I usually just settle for giving my husband a “death-stare” because I’m not really interested in adding husband-battering to my resume.
In all seriousness though, I recently had that mood come over me where I just felt like nagging my husband – for nagging’s sake. I think most women can relate to that. We’re not particularly upset about anything, but we just feel like lashing out at someone. The husband or the boyfriend is usually the most likely candidate.
I felt for my husband this particular day when I decided that I was going to cop an attitude with him for no particular reason. I really did… I mean I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, being short with him and snapping at him for no apparent reason, but I just couldn’t stop myself. And then, after I’d pissed him off and he was giving the same attitude back to me I had the nerve to cry. Yes, I was crying, asking him why he was so mean, when I was the one who started the pointless bickering in the first place.
Was I being crazy? Did I need medication? Why was I doing this? These questions were running through my mind at the time, as I’m sure they were running through his head as well. Why do we women just love to “nag” when there’s really nothing to nag about?
My questions were answered later that day when I realized that my period actually had arrived. What a relief. I wasn’t just some crazy, raving bitch! Well, I was acting like one, but I felt better having an explanation for the way I started laying into my husband earlier. When I later told him that my period came and that explained my ranting and raving at him, he knew better than to say anything. He just smiled, shrugged, and gave me a hug. Good boy.
I embrace my inner nag and all that means, because if I didn’t have these emotional roller coaster rides once in awhile, I wouldn’t be a woman. Blame it on hormones, blame it on the sensitive nature of a woman…. blame it on whatever you want. But if you’re a man, you’re not allowed to blame it on my period! Only those of us who have to experience the emotional turmoil, personally, get to blame our mood swings and nagging nature on PMS or “that time of the month.”
Ah, yet another reason I pity my husband. As awful and emotional as I might feel at times due to this lot I’ve been handed of being a woman, only a woman can understand the complicated nature of another woman. So, I’ll work on that nagging for no apparent reason thing, but still smile inside because I revel in the fact that I am the complicated yet exquisite creature known as “woman” – emotional roller coaster ride and all