there is something wrong with me

My hormones are spinning out of control. I mean, really, when are they not? Because there's PMS (this can last for at least 10-14 days beforehand), and then there's the actual event (which is heinous all by itself) and then there's Post-MS (because you are exhausted and anemic). When all is said and done, there are generally only three days of sanity in a woman's cycle.

It started yesterday. I mean the hormonal mood swing. I was listening to Les Miserables in the car and started tearing up during "Castle on a Cloud." This is not normal behavior. Understandable, but not normal. Les Mis was my first introduction to the Broadway experience. I first fell in love with this musical when I was 10 years old. My parents had gone to see it in Washington, D.C., and they brought home the full, unabridged soundtrack with a lengthy sleeve (folded multiple times) containing the storyline and song lyrics. I spent hours, days, weeks pouring over the music and memorizing even those transitional lines between songs and scene changes.

[british accent]
"Oh, no! I think I hear them now!
And I'm nowhere finishing sweeping and scrubbing and polishing the floors!
Oh, it's her! It's Madam!"

And an unrelenting passion for all things Broadway ensued. What was I talking about again? Right. Hormones.

And then early this morning, M and I were watching So You Think You Can Dance clips on YouTube. She loves this so much, because as you know, she loves to dance and this just fuels her fervor. But then we watched this one, and I was tearing up like a two-year-old girl. It's of that BYU ballroom dance couple that is married and made it to the top 6 together this past season (Ryan and Ashleigh Di Lello). Anyway, this happened to be their only dance together on the show, and it happened at the very end. The first time I saw this, I didn't bawl like I did today. I mean, please. I was sane then (and because who else loved Kathryn??). I thought they were just sort of meh. But let's factor in hormones...



Oh, the tenderness.

So to recap, there is something seriously wrong with me right now. Les Miserables is the best Broadway musical ever written. And women are only considered sane three days out of the month.