My bad week started on Saturday. Things were great when we first woke up, but then Big Daddy lingered too long before he left for the gym and that just irritates me. Then, he was later coming home than what he said he would be and he didn't answer his phone when I called to request an important item (it was Sweet Tea, if you're wondering). I guess all of that combined with The Muffin's 45 temper-tantrum set me off and I was in a rotten mood for the rest of the day. She hadn't had any tantrums this bad since I read this book and began to understand her a little more. (Before then, I was tempted to drop her off at the preacher's office one morning so that he could pray with her all day.) She's had tantrums several times this week and between that and our persistent cough and stuffy noses I have felt really bad. Big Daddy hasn't been very helpful and he came home an hour and a half later than he'd said he would on Tuesday night. I called both of his cell phones and they rang and then went to voice mail so I knew that he had them on and didn't hear them. That really makes me mad. The whole time I was pretty sure that I knew where he was, but he'd only said he was going to the library, so there was no way that he'd be at his friend's house talking about guns, fighting and the stock market. No. Way. Then he calls to tell me that he's on his way home from his friend's house. I gave him a long lecture about everything he does wrong and he just looked at me with that you're-pregnant-it-must-be-the hormones-look. Do you know how much I hate that look??
As long as I'm sharing that story, I should share the one about what happened with The Muffin Wednesday morning, but I just can't do it.
That being said, I think I have a new question to ask myself instead of chanting my mantra of "I'm doing the best I can".
“If something happens and I don’t blog about it…did it really happen at all?”~ Pioneer Woman
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