I'm suffering badly now I'm hitting peri menopause. Some of it is just exploding in a rage at tiny things but some I feel is actually justified complaints. And therein lies the issue. What's PMT crazy witch and what is me feeling put on?
Tonight I blew up at my son for grabbing loads of junk to eat when he's already had stuff before sports training. I know he's starving when back but I should've said "let me get you toast/?whatever". For that I feel bad. That to me is over reaction by me due to PMT.
I then said to H (no D tonight) that I was in a grump , as he put it, because I'm sick of thinking of the food we eat , shopping for it, maintaining the store cupboard with basics , putting it away, cooking it and then washing up. He'll load the dishwasher but never washes up the hand wash stuff and will happily leave it for me to wash for days. Pans/ oven trays/ crusty cereal bowls. He never lines trays or dishes with foil to make it easier to clean. Just shoves stuff to soak and leaves it. Tonight due to PMT I told him I was pissed off. And all he did was keep repeating the word "period" at me. And now he's just told me because he took his son to training and picked him up that yes, he does expect me to wash up. It's a 2 minute drive if that makes a difference. So I had to wash: Tray from fish fingers he cooked even though I'd put something in slow cooker for them as I was working late (which made me cross), frying pan from Monday night, a pan he heated mixed chilli and rice in (cooked by me but he classed this heating up as making the kids' tea), his own midnight cereal bowl, spoon stuck to bowl with dried milk/ sugar/ cafetière-it was a shit tip and I lost my rag. Big time.
Sooo. I think he's annoying and disrespectful. He says it's PMT. I told him I'm just less tolerant of his shit for a week a month. I want wine, chocolate and to cry a lot.