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"
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.