Not the mention the severe mood swings, the peaks of hysteria and the overwhelming sense that I'm not doing ENOUGH.
I hate to admit PMS, because to me it feels like admitting (Well, not admitting but maybe conceding that PMS does happen) that women are weaker in a way, or that I'm crazy a week out of the month! I hate PMS stereotypes, and I HATE being asked "If I'm PMSing". But in all fairness, I feel crazy. And last night for dinner?
I had a bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine.