Every month, for a few days, countless women experience a little-known phenomenon that causes them to believe they’re going insane. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the simplest every-day chores become impossible tasks that reduce us to angry tears or leave us screaming into our couch pillows in frustration. And we think we’re alone. We believe we’re going nuts. We try to act “normal,” so no one will know we’re crazy. Well I’m here to tell you, you are not alone. You are not crazy. We all experience PMS Butterfinger Syndrome at one time or another.

Or “PMS BS” for short (I think that’s the accepted clinical acronym).

To prove to you that you are not alone, I’m sharing with you my top twenty every-day tasks that are gosh darn near impossible for me to accomplish while I’m suffering from PMS BS:

  1. Turning a light switch on or off on the first try. I usually get it by the third try, but only after making gurgley rabid animal noises to avoid dropping the F-bomb in ear-shot of the kids.
  2. Screwing on any kind of cap, but most especially the cap for the milk and the tiny lids to my contact-lens case. Sometimes I give up screwing them on and just slam them into place with the heel of my hand.
  3. Closing doors or drawers all the way the first time. Did that cabinet door just… open itself?
  4. Folding a shirt at more-or-less 90 degree angles, and without any up-turned fabric anywhere. I don’t know why, but no matter how hard I “flick” the shirt (you know, to shake loose any up-turned seams), the seam around the waist never flicks flat. But only when I have PMS BS.
  5. Taking a pillow case off of a pillow. I didn’t know fabric could suction to an object? I thought cotton was “breathable?”
  6. Putting a pillow case on a pillow. Suddenly the pillows are twice as big as normal.
  7. Putting a fitted sheet on a bed. That’s it; from now on I’m scheduling laundry around my period.
  8. Putting on yoga pants without getting my toe stuck in the fabric and falling over. Don’t even try to pretend this has never happened to you.
  9. Removing a hanger from the closet rod. It’s easier to go to Target and buy new hangers… and $200 worth of random stuff that makes me feel better about myself for about five minutes.
  10. Picking up anything. On an ordinary day, I can pick stuff up with my toes, like a chimp. But when I have PMS BS, that talent goes out the window and I resort to kicking things out of my way with more force than necessary (For the therapeutic benefit, obviously).
  11. Dialing a phone number. That’s okay; I’m better off not calling anyone who needs to be physically dialed anyway. If they’re not in my contacts, it’s probably because I never wanted to talk to them in the first place.
  12. Sliding my feet into slippers or a pair of flip-flops. When I have PMS BS, it’s easier to sit down on the floor and use my hands to put my shoes on. Like a three-year-old.
  13. Typing on a keyboard:  Good thing I’m not a “real” writer.
  14. Forming a complete sentence. I’m not talking about stuttering, it’s just, uh… crap, what was I saying?
  15. Remembering words that are an ordinary part of my everyday vernacular. What’s that thingy? That thingy that you use to do the thingy so that the thingy doesn’t heat up the thingy? Two days later: THERMOSTAT!!!
  16. Eat or drink without dribbling on myself. Who am I kidding? I do this regardless of whether or not I’m PMSing.
  17. Walking through a doorway without running into the doorframe. “Who moved the f***ing doorway?!” And I stomp off in search of whoever it was that moved the doorway.
  18. Calling my children (or dog) by their correct names. The other day I yelled “DAMMIT LUCAS!!!” and scared poor Lucas to death. I was trying to yell at Gizmo the dog for almost tripping me by running in between my legs.
  19. Walking. Especially with a little dog running figure eights around my feet.
  20. Watching any commercial with babies, puppies, or people graduating from college or hugging their moms without crying. The real reason I keep pillows on the couch is so I can cover my face when I unexpectedly burst into tears over a Home Depot commercial.

In other words, PMS BS ensures that any task requiring opposable thumbs, gross motor skills or use of the frontal lobe is probably going to go terribly awry. And as if all that chaos and humiliation wasn’t enough to make you want to lock yourself in a closet with a body pillow and a bottle of whiskey… it’s followed by a week of hemorrhaging. 

But at least now you know you’re not crazy! So what’s on your PMS BS list?

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Kristen Mae is a novelist, freelancer, classical musician, and artist. Follow her on Abandoning Pretense, and check out her books, Beyond the Break and Red Water, available now at most online booksellers.

26 Comments

  1. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only spazz who gets a *little* upset when pillows don’t slide in nicely to laundered cases or when a lid refuses to open (throws entire thing in garbage and lies when asked about it later)

    • Today I got super-pissed at my phone for not being faster than the speed of light, and dropped it. *PMS-BS*

  2. Seriously- the yoga pants. I’ve putting on pants for a good 28 years, all by myself (I’m guessing- I’m not sure when I learned to dress myself), why the hell can I all of a sudden not manage this task?!

  3. I have trouble screwing lids on, but on big things–peanut butter jars, water bottles. And anything that requires spatial skills, like loading the dishwasher, goes right out the window. My husband will ask, “How come the only things in the dishwasher are three plates, two glasses, and the ice cream scoop? You could have gotten a ton more stuff in there.” And I answer, “Because fuck you.” I mean, duh, at least I prioritized. I made sure the ice cream scoop made it in there, didn’t I?

  4. I never used to be affected by PMS but in the last few years, I’ve found myself getting really moody. I’ll sit here all pissed off about something and actually realize that I’m being irrational which makes me look at the calendar and go “ah, that’s why I’m crazy”.

  5. Denise Dishman Reply

    Breathing, anyone or anything that breaths pisses me off. My boobs hurt like when I was breastfeeding and the baby overslept. Anything that I thought was kind of annoying about my husband, but thought that I could live with, now makes me want to kill him.

    • Yeah, breathing really gets on my nerves in general, but most especially during PMS-time. My husband has terrible allergies and is always mouth-breathing, so basically I’m the awesomest wife in the world just by allowing him to live with each PMS that passes. It takes RESTRAINT, let me tell you.

  6. Karen Flint Reply

    Well, even though I am older, and have had an ablasion (spelling) in the past and have not had to worry about PMS for the last say 15 to 20 years, (yes you can be jealous) this article was hilarious. I read it at work and laughed so hard I cried. Literally, tears spilling down my face. One of my girls asked me if everything was ok. She didn’t see me laughing, just saw me trying to wipe the tears from my face. Great writing!!!!

  7. Yelling at my kids using the wrong name – yep do it all the time. I have even been known to go through another 2 or 3 names before hitting on the right one,by which stage I have lost all cred as parent telling someone off. I also miss when picking things up off the floor, or get it only to instantly drop it again (a few times) because it was stuck/I had a shitty grip/ PMS BS. This is when I usually pick it up slowly, with exaggerated care, and fling it across the room with all my strength while yelling FUCKYOU!! like a crazy person… >:O

    • I swear my fingers have little spasms when I’m PMSing and that’s why I can’t keep hold of anything. I’ve been known to fling things across the room by accident. My husband looks at me like I’m a f*cking lunatic.

  8. Well I can’t do a decent eagle pose during the dreaded PMS ! When I start feeling like I have 2 left feet in class I have to remember It’s here!

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