Icee Storm

Just have to mention a not so funny then, but now funny event that happened to us this weekend. Jay and I both shared the experience of my first all-out hormonal pregnancy-induced fit of rage.... Jay pulled the short straw.

Since Jay had the odd day off during his usual weekend to work (weekends we don't have CJ), we decided to have "date night". We ended up meeting my sister and her beau at a local restaurant for dinner and a few drinks (for the non-pregnant folks). We then decided to hit the 10:00 show at the comedy club. 10:00 is pushing it for me. I don't think I've been up later than 10:00 more than 3 times since I found out I was pregnant, but I was doing pretty good.

Close to the end of the show I was MISERABLE. I had to pee so bad I could taste it, but since we were in the front row I was trying to avoid the attention of getting up. To make matters worse, my husband has the most obnoxious laugh sometimes (sorry hun!). The comedians immediately picked up on the laugh bringing unwanted attention to our table. So... lets just say that by the time we left, I was not really in the best of moods. I just wanted to get home and go to bed.

We forgot that we needed necessities - toilet paper and dog food so before we made it home we had to make a stop at the grocery store. Then Jay was hungry so we drove through BK. All I wanted was a large cherry Icee.... and bed.

Frustration was really running high when we got home. Jay was clinking stuff around in the kitchen and making all sorts of noise. I was just trying to relax in the living room and sip my Icee. Then, as Jay slams the kitchen door in his frustrations with ketchup, the door shelves spilled their contents all over the floor. I immediately went in and started chewing him out. At some point, he called me either a spoiled brat or bitch - not sure, but whichever it was it took me over the edge.

The right thing to do, or what I THOUGHT was the right thing to do, was to throw in an overhand motion my cherry Icee all over the kitchen. All over the ceiling, window, sink, counters, stove, floor, inside and outside of the fridge, and all over Jay. Josephine, the white Jack Russell, was even in the line of fire and was hit by its sticky mess. (she now sports pink spots on her back!)

I immediately ran to the bedroom and curled up in the fetal position in tears on my bed. Jay got in the shower and then stormed in the bedroom to snatch up his pillows. Understandably he had decided to sleep on the couch. I decided to in and clean up the mess, but even with that my rage was still smoldering. Jay stormed through the kitchen on his was to take his Icee covered clothes to the washing machine and as he slammed the basement door, I decided it would be a good idea to lock him down there in the basement.

He ventured back upstairs and after mumbling a few choice words after discovering the door was locked, I told him to hold on while I took one more swipe of the mop over the floor so he had a safe area to walk in. That really wasn't the reason for me locking the door, but when I did turn the lock it felt good. :-( Hey.... monkey hormones took over! Sorry!!!

I went to bed. He went to the couch. The next morning I greeted him with apologies and he returned them, although he really had nothing to apologize about. This incident was TOTALLY out of character for me and was all my fault. Later the next day while walking through Lowes, we were able to joke about going to get Icees. I'm sure it will be a story we enjoy telling the little one some day.

WOW! Hormones and sleep deprivation will make you do crazy things! Lesson: Keep cherry Icees away from me if it is past my bed time!!!! My husband is such a wonderful man. I love him SO much. No telling what I would have done would he have pulled a stunt like that on me!!! Thanks babe for putting up with my craziness!! I know you have to put up with enough of that at work!