Went home for lunch. W was watching our daughters since school's out for the day. She had a todo list a mile long, and she was pretty PO'd when I came in. Said she had raging PMS, and everything was going wrong. So I sat down on the sofa and let her fill me in. She told me all the details, I just listened and validated, she got in such a better mood. Made me feel great.
She started showing me all the stuff she had done, she gets really excited when showing her scrapbooking stuff. She bought me a lunch carrier (told her I didn't want a "wussy" one) and she was really happy I liked it. I think I've been a really critical husband in the past.
D8 started being a little sh#t, and that got W fired up again, but by the time I left for work, she was on an even keel.
