Why women are crabby

[maire, ASN, RN]

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have 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 (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is 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's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER.

Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the ***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

The teen years. Need I say more?

The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the hormones 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 on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me

[caffine addict]

Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Yeah!!!!

You tell it sister :rotfl: :rotfl:

[Dixen81]

Ain't that the truth! :rotfl:

[Spidey's mom, ADN, BSN, RN]

"voracious sexual peak in our 40's" ????????!!!!

Yeah, right. Try chasing a toddler making a railroad track out of 4 toilet papers rolls . . . . I'm too tired to mention the rest of his exploits. But sex? What the heck is that?

Granted most women in their 40's don't have toddlers. But, really . . . a voracious sexual peak in our 40's?

Am I missing something? Ladies over 40, fess up.

steph

[ladytraviler]

I really needed this. I'm laughing so hard my co-workers think i have lost it.

thanks

[chris_at_lucas_RN, RN]

Yeah, there's a nice peak right around menopause. Trouble is, he's off somewhere polishing golf clubs or who knows what, so we are back to "sex? what's that?"

LOL, I think!

[nekhismom]

"After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines."

BWAAAAHAHAHA!!! That describes my son perfectly! Except he still wants lots of hugs and kisses to go along with all the above!