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Why Women Are Crabby
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while theOB ? says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines. Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing o n life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.
GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF LIFE...
DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!
HAVE A GREAT DAY TODAY
AND A BETTER TOMORROW!
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Posted by kidatheart on 2008-04-02 09:20:00 | Rating: | Views: 127
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I love it! Soooooo true!!!
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Posted by Cecy24
on 2008-04-02 10:04:53
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Up to the baby part I can relate. Never had kids. My mom did tell me I was a bad influence on God and the devil and they knocked her out so she didn't know for 3 days what she had. Hey it was 1969. I wouldn't trade being a woman even though it still it a burden. Thanks for the Crankyness of womanhood story. It was great.
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Posted by Faith
on 2008-04-02 17:36:45
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Wonderful story. SO true except for the last part. Dont' know about that joy yet. Just can't wait!!! (Yeah right)
You helped me have a good laugh that I really needed today.
Thanks forever!!!!
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Posted by Fancie
on 2008-04-02 17:43:01
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Cecy24
Thanks Cecy24,I thought when I read this it was cute.I had to laugh through reading it.Thansk for stopping in..
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Posted by kidatheart
on 2008-04-08 08:21:58
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Faith
I wouldn't trade being a woman or a mother for nothing.Sometimes us woman have to be a little cranky just to get through the day.That way men just don't know what to expect next from us.Thansk for your comment.
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Posted by kidatheart
on 2008-04-08 08:25:34
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Francie
Glad you had a good laugh today.Great way to start the day off.This was to cute not to share with all the woman.Thanks for stopping in....
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Posted by kidatheart
on 2008-04-08 08:28:37
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