The guy I am married to still does not know what week of my cycle I'm in -- and boy, this knowledge is gold. If all you have to do to quiet your pathological PMSing wife is appear at the right time with two cartons of ice cream and perhaps some lowfat frozen yogurt -- in case one is "off" ice cream at the moment -- then why not keep track of the effing calendar so you know when to whip those treats out of your bag, so to speak?
Is it really that hard to know if we are getting our period in 5 days? After years of this? After being sent to the store for the freeking tampons? At the very least, do yourself a favor. But -- alas, he will continue forgetting. Especially if he is kinda ADHD or really busy or self-absorbed or forgetful or not very activist in such areas.
Here is what I recommend:
Mark the calendar for him. I write little frownie faces on each day that I know will be a PMS day. Like this:
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