When I woke up this morning in a neutral mood, and MOMD left the house without saying good bye and I noticed that – before coffee, even – I should have known.
When – at 8:45AM – I was saying to my kids, “I have a very little amount of patience today. And what you are doing right now has spent almost all of it. I haven’t been out of bed for 2 hours, and I am all ready at the end of my rope.
“Excellent Behaviour is required today.” I should have known; they should have known.
When we were traipsing through stores purchasing what we need for next week’s camping foray and I almost bought a metric ton of chocolate in each store, I should have known.
When we got home and I made lunch, and the kids didn’t come when I called them, and I didn’t call them again but rather put it on the table and left, I should have known.
When my (newly) 5yo said, “Ellie’s crying,” and I responded with , “I don’t care,” (yes, I really did. *guilt*) I should have known. I think the kids knew at that point.
When I started wondering, “Why am I not drunk yet?” at 11AM, I probably had an inkling, but c’mon, I shoulda known!
And when I went to pilfer that same 5yo’s chocolate only to discover the entire bar – the WHOLE THING – was gone and I called MOMD to accuse him of theft and causing “a watershed moment” (my actual words) I was grateful that I had figured it all out.
Because man: these kinds of hormonal swings and shifts are exhausting. It’s tough being a woman.