Wednesday challenge complete....

Whilst I didn't set the challenge this morning regular readers of the blog will know that today is the day of the mid-week clean!  It's done.  It took a near miracle to get it done but it is!  Thank goodness, with dinner on today is finally nearly over.

Day from hell.  Firstly, I have PMT.  Who elses gets it as bad as I am about to describe?  First off I start by gettting a bit grouchy for no reason at which time my husband handily tells me that I have PMT and I want to scream at him for pointing out the sodding obvious.  I don't, I just breath "I know, from here on in you can do no right - please don't try."  He knows.  He tries.  He always gets it wrong.  Well of course he wouldn't get it right I HAVE PMT! The grumpy bouts take over the good times and I become a different person.  I swear PMT for me as I hurtle towards 37 without having had children is getting worse and every month I want to rip my womb out to end the misery as I know it's closely followed by toe curling pain for two days (thank God for small mercies - 2 days, lucky me).  Yesterday I was not happy but today woah, didn't want to get in my way!  Today at work was debt collecting day.  At least the PMT bad attitude was put to good use!  I was healthy and took a scrummy salad to work for lunch but PMT dictated I walked 10 minutes to the shop to get a Star bar to ruin all that and add to the PMT bloat.  Then, my wonderfully patient PA thought it would be a good idea to buy me chocolate covered popcorn - which I ate and didn't really taste.  Now I feel horrific; bloated and gross.  The extra load of calories is what carried me through the mid-week clean.  What hasn't at all helped is having to sort out Henri's end of year paperwork as well today.....WHY ARE MEN SO UNORGANISED???!  I remind myself that he is a barber not a businessman but by God it's testing the PMT patience-if there is any.  The best thing about today if you can find an up side is when familiar male business associates ask me how I am I have taken  the delight in telling them that I do indeed have PMT and they've got off the phone so quickly they have barely said goodbye!   Mwahhahahha - glee as I embarress them (only I will be the embarressed one when the PMT raging through me leaves my body in the next 24 hours)!  Bet Henri is really looking forward to getting home tonight - could be why he's somewhat late.....do you think???!!!!!!  Bless him.  Good bloody job he loves me.........some bloody goddess that makes me! 

Question: how do all you beautiful goddesses deal with yours?x