How is it that a few chemicals can turn us from a calm, graceful, gentle swan to a honking, biting, chasing goose?!?!
And why is it we (I) only realise we're being totally horrible and unreasonable after the event?! After the verbal punches have been thrown.
How do I, as a woman wanting to reflect God's love and grace to the world, show the fruit of the spirit when my hormones are making me spit venom? When the only self control I display is eating one tub of ice cream not two.
I think next month I'll just lock myself away for a few days! With the ice cream!