Can you rationalize with a woman with PMS? Here is a sample conversation that may give some insight into that question. I’m throwing myself under the bus here, for the sake of the greater good…
Me: Quit standing there.
Me: Could you run out and get me some tampons, maxi-pads, something chocolate, and then something salty to balance it all out? Like now? Like right freaking now!!!
**he gets back from the store**
Me: Great. Those are the wrong pads! Let’s use our listening ears next time, okay?
Me: Is there any possible way you could quit looking at me?
**5 minutes later**
Husband: Why are you crying?
Me: I was thinking about what song I’d pick to play at your funeral.
**he gets frightened and leaves the room**
Me: Honey, come in here for a second!
Me: I love you so much.
Husband: I love you too.
Me: I’ve always loved you more than you’ve loved me. (I begin weeping) That’s the problem with this marriage! I care about you too much. What’s so bad about me, huh? Is it the baby weight I haven’t lost? Is it because I am bossy? You never thought I was good enough! And your parents hate me!
Husband: Jesus, calm down. Nobody hates you. There’s no problem with this marriage. You are being ridiculous.
Me: Now you are calling me names! Fuck you fuck-stick. Just get out!
Husband: No problem.
Me: That’s right, move on…get your ass outta my room!
**5 minutes pass**
Me: Hey honey!!! Come in here!
Husband: What is it?
Me: I’m so sorry. I’m sooo freaking sorry. I love you! I love our kids. What are they watching on TV? It better be something appropriate!
Husband: Full House.
Me: Oh I love that show! Michelle! Oh Michelle Tanner is so cute! Maybe we should have another baby?
Husband: Just stop it.
Me: If I’m not using this uterus anymore and we are done having kids, I want it out! I want someone to take it out! I can’t take the cramps! I asked my doctor. That bastard said no.
Husband: Do you need some Tylenol?
Me: Does this Tylenol you speak of have Codeine or Hydrocodone in it? Because if it doesn’t, then NO!
Husband: Why are you laughing?
Me: I was thinking of what song I would play at your funeral.
Husband: I’m going to watch Full House
Me: You are SO selfish!
**5 minutes later**
Husband: What it is it?
Me: I don’t feel good. I need attention.
Husband: Okay, what do you need?
Me: Quit looking at me.
Husband: (throws hands up in the air) Listen, I love you…but I don’t know what to say. And why in the hell are you Googling gynecologists in Tijuana?
Me: My doctor won’t give me a hysterectomy! I already told you that! Listening ears!!!
Husband: You are not getting surgery in Mexico!
Me: That PROVES you don’t love me!
Husband: Why don’t you read a book?
Me: Why don’t you read this? (extends middle finger)
Husband: I’m going to pretend you didn’t do that.
Me: I need to get up and get homework started with the kids. I’m a terrible mother! Why can’t I do anything right?
Husband: You are a great mother. Why would you even say that? That’s so stupid to even say.
Me: Oh…great thanks…I guess I’m too STUPID to help with homework. Is that what you mean?
Husband: You are crazy!
Me: Ya don’t say? No freaking shit?!? You just figured that out? Who’s the stupid one now Einstein?
**husband stands frozen and looking helpless**
Me: I love you so much! I really really mean that.
At the end of the day, there is no rationalizing with a premenstrual woman. You can try. You can give it your best shot. My advice is simply crack the door and throw an occasional candy bar at her and then run. No man can handle this. Period.