Jekyll and Hyde Ain't Got Nothing On Me!

Am seriously considering going to the doctor for something to deal with my monthly murderous rage. It only lasts a few hours every time, but it can't be good for the children. My heretofore completely useless strategy has been to check my diary and remind myself every month 'Don't forget, the murderous PMT will start any day now. Just try to stay calm and deal with it. Remember it won't last long.'

So yesterday was one of the worst ever. I started the day by screaming at the kids, who were fighting over the computer. I went and switched the PC off all together, in the middle of daughter's chat thingie with her brand new boyfriend. She will quite possibly never forgive me, even though I wrote the boy an e-mail to explain and apologise. She was allowed a long, lovey-dovey phone call with him, so I have partially redeemed myself.

We schlepped our overdue library books all the way to the Fonty library, only to discover it was closed. Of course it was. I bit my tongue and moaned quietly. I abstained from inflicting actual physical injury on anyone in the near vicinity.

I freaked out at the pharmacy because another mentally fragile customer in front of me was told very sharply indeed that he could not have more pills than were on his subscription. HE burst into tears, saying he had a train to catch and needed the meds for his holiday. I was so on edge myself that I couldn't cope with seeing another person's distress. So I ran outside before buying my paracetamol, just to escape that cauldron of seething emotions. The children trailed after me, saying "But Mummy,the lady was just about to serve you!"

I wanted to take the children to the movies, and offered them an ice cream first, to make the wait in the long cinema queue pass more pleasurably. My son got all anxious about how quickly he would have to eat the ice cream, thinking he must finish it before we got inside - he SERIOUSLY underestimated the length of the queue! He ummed and aaahed so long that I snapped "Jesus, you can't just answer Yes or No, can you? Well forget it then!"

I picked a fight with the woman behind me in the cinema queue: she was standing too close, so I asked her to give me some room because her bag was digging into my back. She denied having touched me at all. Silly bloody cow. Nobody fucks with Antipo on PMT day!

Fuck.

So today can only be heavenly in comparison...

My lovely cousin in NZ has advised me that Omega 3 fatty acid, which can be obtained from flaxseed oil has an effect on feelings of general well being, and can be extremely helpful for PMT. I am looking into it right now. It may keep me out of prison!