"Mummy's Got A Visitor"

The moment my husband said to my daughter "Oooooh Mummy's got a visitor", I could quite easily have rammed the cooking tongs I was holding in my hand firmly somewhere the sun doesn't shine.

Yup, PMT is guaranteed to drive you nuts at the best of times but add a piss-taking husband to the equation and it's a sure-fire recipe for disaster.

Why do all men most men does my husband think it's acceptable to assume I'm expecting my monthlies when I'm in a bad mood?

What's worse though? He's always right! He always knows. Like he has some built-in period radar. Again, something else to make me even madder!  Maybe it's a gift he has? Or maybe it's because I'm such a lovely, sweet, adorable and calm wife the rest of the month he can easily tell? *cough cough*

I think maybe the tiredness from CyberMummy caught up with me last week and made my hormonal outburst even more venomous.  The thing is though, I'd been feeling relatively calm all day and in quite a happy mood.  My husband had been out at meetings all day but as soon as he walked in the front door I felt the rage build up inside me.  Yes, it was just him that was destined for the wrath of my menses!

Apparently I'm not alone in this.  I was talking to a couple of my closest friends last Thursday and they admitted the same.  They will feel fine all day in work and as soon as their hands touch the front door to their house it's like something inside them is unleashed.

Whatever it was I've warned him not to ever utter those words again. Nor is he to say "Hmmm clearly rag week" which I've heard him say before.  I know, I know, it's a wonder he's still breathing.

In turn, I've promised to stay away from all sharp objects in the house at certain times of the calendar.