The First Hormonal Breakdown

It was about three and a half weeks ago. It seemingly came out of no where. I was unprepared. Phil was definitely unprepared.
It was a Friday or Saturday night and I had gone to bed early (feeling very tired as usual), and Phil had come to bed a couple hours later. When he came in, he started to move around in the room, let the dogs in, set his alarm clock. The dogs jumped into the bed and were walking over me and laying on me. Phil asked me what time I was getting up in the morning...
And I just start crying. Not a weak cry. But a strong, can't hardly breathe, my face is drenched cry. A wailing cry. An "I immediately can't breathe through my nose anymore" cry. A "who's the crazy woman?" cry.
Phil asks me what's wrong and I reply, "I just want to sleep! I just want to go to sleep!" Poor Philip, right? Except at this point he laughs at me. I didn't take that well. I shove him and say in between sobs, "That's not helping!"
I had no idea why I was crying, and even asked out loud in the dark, "Why...[sob]...am...[sob]...I...[sob]...crying?!" I had no idea where the tears were coming from or why they were coming. But they did! It was like I got ran over by a hormone filled truck and I had no more control over my tear ducts.
Five minutes or so later, after Phil had fetched some kleenex and I had calmed down, I apologized to Phil for completely flipping on him. He told me he understood: I wanted to sleep. And after that, I did.
Very well I might add.