PMS

The men of the home had retreated to the TV Room with the doors locked and the curtains drawn shut.  “Shhhh,”  I heard the little one say, “Don’t make a move or they will surely sense our motion.”  The football was playing loudly as if to live in denial about what was happening in the rest of the home.  I suspected they had hoarded enough supplies to survive in there for hours.  

Our daughter had recently turned 12 ½ years old and my sister-in-law had moved in with us a few months ago.  That made three women under one roof, all healthy and in our child-bearing years.  Now, once a month, the man and boys alike ran scared like deer from a lion.  The three “synced-up” women had taught them hard way last month, and they were too smart to make the same mistake twice.  

Outside the safe room the man and boys had created for themselves, one was crying, one was yelling, and one didn’t want to be talked to or touched at all.  But lucky for us, we would survive this daunting time because we had Essential Oils for the aches, pains and mental anguish that has plagued women since Eve bit into that apple long ago.  It may take a village to raise a child, but it takes an army of Essential Oils to control the hormones in this home.

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