I just shared this epiphany of mine with my husband:
"When I am hormonal, I shouldn't talk to anyone. Because I will say something I don't mean, and then I will regret it, and things will frustrate me that really aren't that big of a deal, and the whole world will seem wrong, and I won't see things as they really are."
After listening patiently, he responded, "Will you please go write that down somewhere? And I will etch it in stone?"
But here's why I said it:
This morning was a disaster. I didn't sleep well, I'm not feeling well, and it's a very hormonal time for me.
A child of mine was also having a hard morning, and so the two of us clashed . . . quite a bit. We weren't yelling at each other, and it wasn't that bad, but for me, it was tragic.
I got overly frustrated about something that wasn't that big of a deal. (Or maybe is a big deal. I just can't see clearly right now.)
And then my child reacted negatively to my overreaction.
I dropped that child off at school--both of us in a huff--and then I drove home as a bit of an emotional basket case.
I ranted to my husband for awhile about what a bad mom I was this morning and how I feel like a hypocrite when I do Power of Moms if I'm not mothering the way I should--ESPECIALLY on the day that our book is released. (Hello! If I publish a book called Deliberate Motherhood, should I not be the model mother on its launch day?)
And then Eric said the right thing (as usual) and told me I would be a hypocrite if I didn't have challenges I could write and teach about. Because who wants to hear from a perfect mother who has zero challenges?
I felt a little better after that.
And now I'm writing my new "When-I-Am-Hormonal-Don't-Talk-to-Anyone" rule here on my blog--where it's out in the open--so I won't forget this great piece of advice.
Of course, I'm talking to you right now, and that's kind of breaking the rule, but I'm thinking you'll forgive me.
(Anyone else have special rules they follow?)