Day five. I think I am bordering on evil. As in a "wicked witch of the west" level. Anything might set my blood boiling. Someone mentioning the chocolate bundt cake I promised to bake for dessert and had not yet started. The dirty dishes in the sink. The dog loudly licking of his personal areas. Like I said... anything.
I fear there may be a few chips in the dishes from where I was banging them around earlier because... well, because... well, I'm sure I had a good reason at the time! Or maybe not. Maybe it was just my caffeine deprived demon taking over.
I fully realize some of this internal emotional stewing could be hormonal. There's another lesson learned.
Lesson Three: Carefully consider the timing of your seven days without coffee. Make sure they do not at some point overlap with your PMS days. The two can create a very unstable combination.
Two more days... Two more days... two more days...