But not as bad as I was an hour ago. I am at the absolute peak of hormonal discomfort today. I am furious and fragile, and I keep wanting to throw things or smash crockery. The children have been fed whatever they liked and the telly and computer have been on most of the day, and they very kindly didn't wind me up at all, so I haven't been angry with them or at them or whatever it's called. Rob went out and bought a ton of refined sugar products and I ate three doughnuts very fast and then felt much better, but then I saw a sharp knife and wanted to stab the cake with it really hard.

But since none of this is directed at the kids and they are blithe and blissful I don't mind so much. It's all so random that it's not upsetting; just... acknowledge and move on.