"Of course now I know I was just sufferin' from premenstrual syndrome."

You know in Steel Magnolias when Truvy is talking about how she slammed a radio against a wall because she couldn't find where the batteries went? She says "of course now I know I was just sufferin' from premenstrual syndrome."

After I pulled a pillow over my head and burst into hysterical tears at listening to husband talk about the heart-shaped rice krispies treats he used to receive from girls in high school on valentine's day (also his birthday), I knew something was seriously wrong with me. When I woke up yesterday morning and realized I had started my period over night, I was kind of relieved. Oh, I keep thinking. It's PMS. Maybe this explains my angry outburst last week about wanting to leave him!

I remember when I used to joke around and tell my girlfriends "I know when I am about to start my period. If I have the sudden urge to kill my husband in his sleep for no reason, I know I am PMSin."

It seems like I am always pissed off at husband. And for what, I am not sure. Lately I seem to be making all these mental lists. "See, he doesn't listen." "Why can't he turn away from the T.V. for 2 seconds and look at me while I tell him this?" "IF I HAVE TO HEAR 'WHATEVER' OR 'I DON'T CARE' AS HIS OPINION ONE MORE TIME I MIGHT BEAT HIM WITH AN IRON SKILLET!" I have these lists of things he does that bug me.

Maybe my outbursts lately are because of PMS. But it's quite possibly deeper than that. And husband is more than happy to say "it's like Pastor said. You're grieving."

PMS is easier to deal with though.