So hubby goes off to a BBQ yesterday. Lunch time BBQ. Gets home at 7 last night. I was perfectly ok with this. Until, on his way home he phones me and says, do you have anything cooked for tea or will we (my daughter and her boyfriend were with him) get something on the way home?
This sentence ended all niceties I had in me. For some reason this sentence sent me into such a rage. I couldnt even talk to myself rationally. Why? I still dont know. My fuse atm is shorter than an candle that has been burned at both ends.
This is not me at all. This is some creature that takes over my body once a month. Yes thats right. PMS time. I never used to be this bitchy/snappy/angry/horrendous. Yet as Im finding lately, the smallest of small things set me right off the richter scale. Every other time of the month I am quite placid and telling everyone else in the house to chill out.
This is a Men In Black alien. Its there to destroy the universe and anything/anyone in its path. I even feel sorry for my family when I am like this. The solution? Ride it out for yet another month.
Now Im off to have a big bowl of chocolate mousse for breakfast
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