NEVER Go To The Department Of Motor Vehicle When You’re PMSing!

Two days…

Two different Motor Vehicle locations…

And two attempts at getting Kevin his road test for his drivers license.

I can’t even bring myself to relive day one and today’s visit was just a fiasco.

We had a 9 a.m. appointment and arrived early at the DMV.

Our visit required a copy of my registration and insurance so Kevin would be able to drive my car for the road test.

Simple enough.

I grabbed a copy of my registration and most current insurance card from the glove compartment (Where I have never in my life kept any gloves, just sayin…) and we headed inside past the droves of people waiting in a long line, in front of the building.

I could already feel my blood pressure going up.

It was at least 20 minutes before we were able to check in and make our presence known.

Eventually, a DMV employee asked for my registration and insurance card. I handed him the paperwork. He walked away and I sat as my paperwork was passed off to another employee, then to yet another.

We waited…

And waited.

Finally the original DMV employee, who I had handed the paperwork to, returned.

Mr. DMV: “Ma’am, your registration is expired.”

Me: “No, it isn’t. My registration is paid and current.”
Mr. DMV: “The registration that you gave has an expired date. I highlighted it for you.”

Me: “Well, I must have forgotten to put the new one in my car.”

Mr. DMV: “You know you’re supposed to have your current registration in your vehicle.”

Me: “Of course I know that, but life is busy and my registration IS current!”

Mr. DMV: “We’ll have to reschedule.”

Me: “Reschedule? What for? Why can’t you just check the status of my registration in your computer… I mean, this is the DMV!”

Mr. DMV: “You’ll have to stop talking when I’m talking.”

Me: “I’m not. This is just ridiculous!”

Mr. DMV turns to the two other men who hand handled my paperwork. “Did either of you check this registration in the computer?” He asks, as both men shake their head, no.

Finally, Mr. DMV hands my paperwork back to one of the men behind the counter.

The man fumbles at the computer keyboard.

“Her registration is valid!” He shouts over, so we can hear.

Me: “That’s what I told you.”

Mr. DMV: “You need to purchase a copy of the current registration. It’s twenty dollars.”

Me: “Fine.” I sputter, as I pull my check book out of my purse and write a twenty-dollar check. for a single printed copy of my registration.

I hand Kevin my car keys in preparation for him to take his road test.

And we wait…

And wait.

Mr. DMV approaches us and says, “This isn’t the correct copy of your insurance card.”

Me: “What do you mean this isn’t the correct copy of my insurance card? It’s the most recent one that I have! It just came in the mail!”

Mr. DMV: “This says August 2017, its July 2017. I need the card for July.”

Me: “I don’t have the card for July. I have had the same insurance company for five years and I have insurance! Obviously they wouldn’t send me the new insurance card if my insurance wasn’t current. It’s current, just like my registration is current!”

Mr. DMV: “We need the card for July or we’ll have to reschedule.”

Me: “Can I call my insurance company and have a copy of the July card faxed here?”

Mr. DMV: “We don’t accept faxes.”

Me: “Isn’t that accommodating? What if I go to the closest office store and get a faxed copy of my July insurance card and then come back?”

Mr. DMV: “You’d have to do it by your appointment time for the driving test.”


Mr. DMV: “Then you’ll have to reschedule.”

Me: “This is TOTALLY ridiculous and the reason I hate this place…”

“Ma, ma, ma, ma… let’s just leave.” Kevin interjects.

I apologized to Kevin and after thirty more minutes of waiting, he was called up to get his rescheduled date.

Kevin’s appointment for his driving test is September 22.

I just hope that I won’t be PMSing.

My Life, I Swear…







PMS, Mayhem & Menopause

It never fails…the 24 hours before I get my period is a roller coaster of emotions.

I’m moody.

I’m angry.

Sometimes I’m crying.

One night, I was discussing this with my female friends at work. We were all sharing stories and laughing at the things that have happened and the way that we have acted the night before we got our periods.

One of my friends recounted a story of arguing with her husband and running back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom, locking the respective doors each time.

Another said she would go on endlessly about how no one had any idea how much work she did.

Another described having her anger escalate so much that she was ready to move out of her home.

And yet another, labeled herself “The Crier”, stating, “Every month I just cry.”

What a mess!

What’s behind all of the monthly arguments that have ensued with our significant others and all of the irrational crying?

Why do we continue to do this to ourselves and the people that we love?

My friends and I surmised that it really feels beyond our ability to control all of the pre-period mayhem that each of us have caused on a monthly basis.

There has to be something to it, I thought.

So I did a little research.

On the 14th day of your menstrual cycle, there is a peak in estrogen. While there are lots of benefits to this spike in estrogen, one of the drawbacks is that it can amp up your anxiety and cause you to stress over both big and small issues.

And, if that isn’t bad enough, there’s more…

The final 6 days of your cycle: Estrogen and progesterone plunge

(Quoted from Hormonology)

“As estrogen plunges during this premenstrual week, it can trigger moodiness, sadness, irritability, muscle aches, insomnia, headaches, fatigue and a wide variety of other PMS-related symptoms. Not every woman suffers from premenstrual syndrome and symptoms can be milder or more severe from month to month often due to diet, stress, medications, exercise habits or your body’s personal sensitivity to hormones.”

Well, that explains it! Now I’m feeling just a little less insane and I hope that you are too if you can relate to me and my friends at work.

Now, If someone would figure out a way to add estrogen to wine, the world would certainly be a much better place.

Just Sayin.

Until then, we’ll all just have to continue to deal with the mayhem, significant others included…well, up until Menopause anyway…but that’s a whole other roller coaster.

At the end of the conversation with my girlfriends, one of my post-menopausal friends said, “God, I miss my period!”

“Are you serious?” I laughed, “After that conversation?”

“Yes.” She replied, “I miss laying on the couch in my pajamas, watching movies and not having to do anything or even make dinner. I do miss all of that.”

“Girl,” I said, “You don’t miss your period at all.”

“I don’t?” she asked.

I laughed, “No, you don’t. You just miss the excuse!”

“I never thought of it that way.” She said, “I think that you’re right!”

We all laughed.

Now if somebody would just get on making that estrogen infused wine…

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Cheers! 🙂

Erin Cooper Reed