Monday, February 2, 2009

Basket Case

Where exactly does the term "basket case" come from? Between dealing with the extreme fatigue that comes with early pregnancy and the emotional rollercoaster, my husband already needs a break from me. I am honestly trying sooooooo hard to not be moody and irrational, but that kind of flies out the window when everything makes you want to cry or scream. Tell me what you think, am I being irrational, or was my anger completely rational?

So I'm sprawled out on the recliner just trying to pry my eyes open, the tiredness is beyond belief! It's the weekend so my husband and daughter are home un-doing everything that I've done, which took me five times as long to do it in the first place. The kitchen looks like a tornado passed through, the floor in my daughter's room is no longer visible because she has strewn every toy she has all over, the cats are crying at the door because they are starving and no one has noticed, I'm sick to my stomach but STARVING at the same time. So Jack puts a lasagna into the oven like a nice husband and decides to drive up to my parent's house and borrow a movie for me. He drives down our driveway but does not continue down the road, he turns into our neighbor's driveway to return some mail of his that we got by mistake. So I'm thinking to myself, don't freak out, he will only be there for a minute, then he'll go get the movie and be back to give me a break. Then I realize, what the heck am I thinking?!!! I know Jack, if he comes in contact with any other human, then without fail a long drawn out conversation always ensues, then I might as well just pull the covers up over my head and wait until he comes back tomorrow. I'm trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I'm just stewing and seething inside. I need him here, I need a break from doing dishes, wiping butts, picking up toys, making snacks that leave me sick to my stomach, letting the cats in, putting the cats out, temper tantrums, etc. So I wait.

Now my blood is boiling. His car is STILL there and it has been almost an HOUR! I text message him: U R dead! After I push the send button I hear from the kitchen "message received". He left his phone! I take the food out of the oven, which I'm not sure I can even eat at this point. My daughter has put herself to bed at 6:00 because she was so hungry and tired, which is not good because that means she will wake up after a while and then be up really late. Finally his car drives away and I'm just wondering how I am going to keep it together and under control when he gets home. I'm not exactly rational in my "condition". When he finally returned, it was not pretty. But I got it all out so I felt slightly better....until I heard the words "Just calm down, you are irrational because you are pregnant, I understand. But it wasn't my fault, our neighbor talks a lot!". It got even uglier, then the tears started. Ah, the many joys of pregnancy! I still vow to try my hardest to be nice and fair to everyone, so you don't have to take cover CC...yet.