Hormones

To begin I am just going to warn you right off the bat. No I am not pregnant. I just hate hormones (the ones that make me moody). I am blaming it all on hormones. My poor husband has had to deal with me snapping and crying all weekend. It all climaxed today as we prepared for our friends to come over for dinner. The house is mid level clean. Once David is up and about for the day I tell him (and type it out on the computer stickynote) our to-do list for the day. He then proceeds to agree to help and fixes breakfast. In the meantime I become very sleepy and start to doze on the couch. David tucks me in and tells me to sleep as he completes my list.

Twenty minutes later.....I wake up and remember that I need to lay out dough for our rolls. As I enter the kitchen I realize that while he has started a load of laundry he is reading an Ikea catalog. Something that I know will keep him distracted for hours. I groan and tell him to sit down and enjoy said catalog. He immediately puts it away like a scolded child and begins cleaning the kitchen. At this moment in time I really just want to yell at him to leave it all to me, knowing full well that I can not accomplish it all on my own. He stands his ground and I stalk away to the living room. About fifteen minutes later he follows me to find me curled up on the couch staring into space. Smart man that he is he immediately asks what is wrong and holds me as I break down and tell him what a horrible person I am, how I am lazy and need to grow up but can not do everything on my own.

When I have moments like these I realize that maybe, just MAYBE I am not ready to have children. I really need to woman up and grow up...stop bein so lazy ya know?

Continuing with tirade....After I calm down he finishes the kitchen as I fold some laundry, he sweeps and mops the bathroom, takes out the trash, and vacuums most of the house. I begin to prepare for church. He gets ready for Church and in a crazy attempt to kiss me, which I try to dodge we fall back on our bed and break it....again. Yeah this is the second time we have fallen on the bed and broken it....you would think we would learn.

*Mental note: Fix bed tomorrow....lots of supports.

We finish getting ready for church and head on down. Only to have me snapping about his driving and inability to park. URG I was so mad. I then rush into the church, trying to keep my skirt from working its way up my legs, realize we have missed the Sacrament, and give up on everything. I turn to him and ask to go home. He gets me home lets me crash on the couch and leaves to clean the business building so I don't have to. Honestly I do not deserve this man.