12/08/2011

Spilled Milk

Not an idiom, actual spilled milk, skim in fact, thanks to Sunshine, all over the floor, kitchen island and recycling. She was trying to be funny and I was making the Ovaltine chocolate milk for bedtime. I shut the fridge, it startled her and she knocked the whole cup all over everything.

My response to this was something like when the Beast discovers Beauty has entered the west wing of his castle...."GEEEEEET OOOOOOUUUUUUUT"  

They ran

So three dish towels, a light mop and a quick frigid trip outside and it was all cleaned up except then I went into the laundry room and found that someone (I'm guessing one of the short people living in my house) had knocked over a whole basket of clean folded laundry onto the small but wet pile of dirty laundry (dish cloths and such) sitting in front of the washing machine.

I threw a fit.

It was not pretty.

I'm thinking it was one of those "pregnant moments" when you realize that you are being completely irrational, but you just can't stop yourself.

I didn't yell again, but I got scary quiet and full of creepy mommy malice. (think Carrie with less pigs blood) My frustration was taken out by hurling shoes at the washing machine (which makes a very satisfying noise) and then crying on the floor of the kitchen. Jeeves asked me several times if he could help and what was wrong and I didn't want to yell so I didn't respond. When I finally did answer him (he was shouting from the den) I said something along the lines of "I don't want to scream at anyone so please stop talking to me."

Then last night I had a nightmare about buying a haunted house and having a Potter style battle with a ghost and some sort of lightning wielding former underground railroad dude, it was odd.

I'm feeling very out of sorts today, and since merchandise therapy will not be an option until tomorrow, I'm going to need a nap, a nachos, and chocolate.

4 comments:

Ana said...

Aw sweetie, it happens. Don't beat yourself up over it. Maybe some cuddle therapy with the babes? I've snapped over less than that while pregnant. Hubby found me blubbering on the floor, scrubbing it, while re-hashing ancient history that happened with a "friend" loudly to myself.

((hugs))

Polar's Mom said...

That sounds spectacular-like rivaling a 4th of July fireworks show. Bravo. Hey it is over and everyone is entitled to a freak out every so often (especially if you are harboring an alien!) I can just imagine you screaming to GET OUT, I do the same when one of the dogs does something horrible in the kitchen and they fly away as fast as they can...except the deaf dog, who stares at me while I violently point for him to scram. You eat the hell outta those nachos, it will all be better then! (I'm so jealous)

Losing It said...

Hate when episodes like this happen. *hugs* enjoy the nachos!

Laura Belle said...

Awwww. So sorry, but I giggled at this. A lot. But I'm really sorry you have to go through all that for my entertainment. *sadface*

Eat those nachos, with extra cheese and lay down. Tomorrow is another day. ;-)

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