Everything went really well and then once we got home, the kids starts screaming for daddy to put up the kiddy pool.
Then the husband starts stomping around the house with his big-ol' size 10.5 combat boots. He starts pulling all the kitchen drawers open, goes up the stairs, then comes back down to go through the kitchen drawer again. I'm starting to get mad, I don't know why.
"What are you looking for?" I was putting away groceries at the time and I'm even madder by this point because he's not asking me for help or wasn't willing to even talk to me, for that matter.
He mumbles something incoherent.
"What?" Ok, sure. Mr Macho Man is so great he doesn't want me to know. Now I'm fuming.
He repeats himself louder. He's looking for a thingamabob for the bike pump so he can pump air into the kiddy pool.
That's it?!
He was only looking for that thing and here he was making a huge ruckus throughout the house?!
Made me mad for that tiny little thing?
I couldn't calm myself down. I got madder and madder, I even got mad at the kids. For really no apparent reason.
I'm so definitely bipolar or something (swear to God, I'm not PMS-ing!).
Too bad I can no longer afford my antidepressants which had helped with that weird moodiness.
Anyway, I forced myself outside to do some gardening.
That finally cheered me up.
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