Throw in insomnia and the fact that somehow, all of your pants have simultaneously shrunk two sizes (must be the new dry cleaner, could NOT be the mounds of chocolate you’ve been consuming to deal with all the STRESS).

And it all comes down to this. On January 1^st, the system you’ve been implementing will either work (and employees will actually receive a pay check), or you’ll be receiving your final pay check, er, IOU.

But before January 1^st even arrives, you’ve turned into something like this:

Or this:

You’ve become unrecognizable, even to yourself. And your husband dares to ask, “what is wrong with you?” And then makes the mistake of saying, “it has to be your hormones.”

And you begin to wonder, is the desire to savagely club someone (anyone at all) linked to a rise in hormones? Because if it is, maybe you can plead insanity.

Or maybe you should just take yourself on an extended MEcation. Not a VAcation because really, who would want to go on vacation with you right now? No, it must be a MEcation.

Here’s what you’ll need.

A few of these:

A lot of this:

Throw in one of these:

Five days and nights of this:

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll come home looking like this:

What about you? Have you ever taken a Me-cation? I want to know!