I wrote this post one month ago, almost to the day. Since then I have started exercising, eating well (sometimes*) and attempting to be a more present parent. I've felt less anxious about the state of my home, enjoyed some stunning time with my children and indulged in a few other victories.
Yet somehow, I manage to be feeling much like I described in that initial post.
It's the P.M.T, man.
Instead of crying into my G&T, I'm remembering the wise words of this amazing woman. Real emotions, magnified.
Okay, okay, so i'm still crying into my G&T.
Does P.M.T turn you into a blubbering mess? Go on, tell me EXACTLY what it does to you.
It makes me puffy, teary and totally c.r.a.z.y.
*yesterday I had hot chips for lunch and pizza for dinner. Tonight, I'm feasting on cadbury.