Oh. Mood swings you say?

Right first of all this is an apology. I'm sorry I've been a moody cow recently, and I really have been. I am mood swinging like a bitch at the moment. And I really am a bitch. Today went something like this:

Wake up. Happy plan to take dog walk to park for a couple of hours
Leave house with dog
Home. Fed up walking dog
Cry because I'm a lazy cow.
Make toast, watch a bit of TV
Wake Paul up with plans to go to shops and cinema.
Throw a shit fit at Paul for something wee and stupid. Refuse to go to cinema, or indeed leave the house. Calm down, apologise for being complete cow.
Go to shops. Get shopping. Manage to remain mostly okay, apart from when checkout girl tried to make polite chit chat about dog food and all I wanted to do was tell her to shut the fuck up and get on with the scanning. Exchanged polite chit chat and waited for taxi home instead.
Get home unpack shopping. Go mental at Paul for leaving fridge open whilst unpacking bags.
Calm down and apologise again.
Burst out crying.
Paul makes me lunch/dinner. I get annoyed because he asks me to get plates out.
We watch TV. I burst out crying because judge on Britains got Talent said no to a wee guy.
Go for a nap on couch to try and get a grip.
Wake up.
Watch film on TV. Spend next 2 hours crying.
Get annoyed with Paul because he tried to cuddle me.
Cry again.

Fuck sake. Its been like this for the past week or so. Up down, up down, up down. I feel alright in myself like, just a bit of an emotional rollercoater. Have explained to Paul that I'm a bit well, batshit at the moment, and to not go mental at me. I don't mean it, although I know its still horrible.