Friday, June 5, 2009

My Husband Rocks Friday: The PMS Edition

Sometimes I can be...well...a little bit moody. OK, maybe a lot moody. Especially when it comes to that time of the month. I've tried lots of different remedies over the years, so it seems I am somewhat doomed to suffer PMS in some way shape or form. These days, it's the mood swings usually that really get me. Or the cramps. Or both. OK, OK, enough TMI...you get the picture...moving on...

Poor Husband, he's just come home from being out of town for almost three weeks. And I am so not fun to be around right now. I'm sure he's wishing he could head out on another business trip ASAP. I'm totally in the throes of some pretty severe PMS mood swings. Not to mention that I didn't even cook him a nice, homecooked meal because I was too busy pouting that I didn't have enough time to put together a nice meal by the time he came home. I then proceeded to pout through our dinner out and about, which I'm sure made him have such a super time. Baby was not exactly the most fun dinner companion either, so I'm sure Husband had to be wondering what on Earth he came home to.

But does this man complain? Does he ask me that awful question - "Is it that time of the month?" Nope, he just grins and bears it. He grabs my shoulders and squeezes them, trying to relax me (if only it were that easy). He hugs me and gives me sweet kisses. Have I mentioned that this man is sometimes a saint for putting up with me (most of the time)?

You know, part of me wonders what this My Husband Rocks business is doing to his ego, given that he reads on my blog every Friday about one thing that I adore about him. I suppose it's good, in a way, because in general, we certainly don't tell people enough that we love them - life gets in the way. This way, at least once a week, I get to focus on my marriage and give thanks to the guy that's put up with me for almost nine years now. (Longer than that, really, since we were friends first, but still.) So for now, I think I will keep singing his praises...unless some Friday catches me in a nasty mood or something. :) Happy Friday everyone!

7 comments:

kyooty said...

Ah see this post just says "Thank you for being you" without getting too mushy in person. :) it's a fabulous idea.

I'm betting what he was tiredof with the out of town going out to eat was the sitting there alone or with someone else. I know when my Hubbie did Travel work he'd call me on the cell (you know when we had one) just so he could talk to me while he ate, because it was the me and the (1 child) Baby that he missed, not the food.

tracy said...

He sounds like a gem :) I so get the pms and its ridiculous sometimes...

feel better

tracy

Stereos and Souffles said...

I love your background, but I'm having trouble reading your post
:-(

ModernMom said...

Gotta love a mam who is smart enough NOT to ask if you have PMS!

Kristin said...

You are so right. I don't tell the hubs nearly enough, but don't tell him that. He might get a big head. Ah ha.

Whitney said...

The first step is to admit you have a problem... Then you can eat more chocolate and warn your husband to stay away for a few days... :)

The Redhead Riter said...

Very funny. If only men knew what hell our bodies put us through they might actually worship us...LOL...OMG I'm laughing so hard at my own comment!

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