I have been sitting here this evening feeling absolutely blah. I feel depressed about everything, second guessing my abilities, wondering why I'm bothering to try run a business and look after kids when it would be so much easier to not do both, feeling fat, not being motivated enough to do any exercise, knowing I have so much work to do but just can't be bothered to do it.
And then it hit me, I have three pills left on my pack of contraceptives. Penny drops. It's almost that time of month. Suddenly even though I feel rubbish, I know why I feel rubbish. And that makes me feel better. I hate the way PMT stealthily creeps up on you. Even though it happens every month, it manages to catch me unawares every time.