Hide the knives.

When I was younger I used to suffer from the most awful PMT etc. The Doc's tried everything, I tried everything, suffice to say nothing worked. I had hoped that pregnancy and motherhood would calm the savage beast that rages within me once a month, but sadly, it hasn't, not really. It has lessened a bit but periodically (no pun intended) the evil one raises its head and gives me a corker. This month is one of those times.

What makes it worse is that I know it's happening, but it's like watching someone else in a movie, and inside my head I'm yelling at myself to stop but I can't. I hate feeling like this. I am of a naturally grumpy disposition anyway, this magnifies it a thousand fold. I take oil of Evening Primrose daily and up the dose as suggested by the quack a week before I'm due, I also take Flax Seed (Linseed oil) tablets as well - but sometimes they fail.

So the boys have put on their flack jackets, are keeping a good distance behind riot shields and have hidden the knives.

I will return to my blog when my disposition has sweetened back to a normal level of grump.