I seriously whole heartedly believe that men go through PMS. Over the years I have noticed major mood swings in Mike. One minute he’s fine, then bam! he looses it.

Today is one of those days where his mood changes with the wind. One second we’re fine and getting along and then next I do nothing and he just gets moody. Like I’m breathing too loud or something and he just turns, like a crazy person I tell ya. It’s fuckin’ weird.
I was surfing EBay for books to buy Carter; may be a wasted effort on my behalf since Carter likes to tear them to shreds more then read them.
I casually ask Mike if he thinks this is a good price and he says, “What the fuck does he need more books for?” Um, dunno, to read. It’s not like they are novels that take weeks to get through. A board book can be done in a matter of two flips of the page. I try and tell him why I would like to buy them, he says, “Do what you want Sam, you’re gonna anyways.” Where the hell did that come from? So the books are out; for now. I can hear him cursing about something right now; he’s on a rampage today. Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed today I think.

He was constantly bugging me for sex this morning, before Carter’s nap time. I politely said “not right now”. I assume he perceived that as being turned down. I dunno. Maybe that’s the reason for the hormonal outbreaks on his part. For the record I did offer to “do it” later on and was turned down flat. Whatever.
It’s funny how sex is their excuse every time they do something we’re not content with. Mike’s response will be, “Well, if you had sex with me more often…” Bullshit you’d take your plate to the kitchen if I had just had sex with you this morning!