I totally lost my rag and screamed like a banshee at my dh and most of my children, all because dh was kind enough and concerned enough to come home early today.
Of course he didn't deserve it.
I had a dire night last night, only 3h sleep, and this morning I asked dh whether he could come home at lunchtime and work from home. He couldn't (some important visitor). Fair enough, I agree that his work is very important to us and that he shouldn't jeopardise himself in any way in the current climate.
The day panned out OK, and at lunchtime I left him a voicemail so he wouldn't worry - that we're OK, I'm coping, we've had a nice day so far, he's not to come home early, please, etc etc.
But for some reason he didn't pick up his message and came home early. Immediately the dcs go into high-maintenance mode and I lose my rag with them, and as a result I blame dh and lose my rag with him.
I don't think I'm a bitch really. But I've really been one just now.
I don't have PMT, just dreadful sleep deprivation and low blood sugar. He doesn't deserve it. But somehow, somewhere, I'm NBU?!