I recognise the signs well in advance. I start to get a bit grumpy, the patience starts to wear a bit thin, hubby starts to get “the look” more often than not and he gets very snappy answers to any of his questions. It’s that time, I’m suffering from PMT (pre me-time tension)!
When I get like this I know perfectly well I’m due a bit of me-time to get my head back in gear. It doesn’t need to be much. A coffee and trashy mag for an hour or a wander round M&S (alone!). Yesterday I ended up in a service station McDonald’s where I sat for half an hour on my my own with a Big Mac and a latte. It sounds daft but it felt wonderful to be sat there and no one knew where I was. I had no one to worry about or be accountable for. Just being Jo.
My husband is great and he will always let me do what I want (within reason, obviously) but I’m my own worst enemy. All week I’ll moan I want a bit of me-time but when it comes down to it I’d rather spend my time with my two boys than not. When Saturday comes around and I could go shopping in the morning on my own, my preference is sitting in a cold sports hall watching O at Rugbytots and cheering him on!
But I am due a bit of alone time so next Wednesday when I’m off for half term I’m going to send O to his grandparents as normal and I’m having a “me” day. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do, although a trip to the hairdressers and a manicure is favourite at the minute.
When the day is over I’ll be rushing back to my boy and hubby will be safe from PMT for another few weeks!