Introducing...

pSyChO cHiCk!

Poor Dave. Yesterday he was submitted to a heavy dose of Psycho Chick. I hadn't slept well (if at all) the night before (peeing, peeing, peeing, dave snoring) so I wasn't in the best of moods. But I got through church okay. Then we came home. We were making burgers for lunch, so I was getting everything together - making pasta salad, some baked beans...then, I couldn't find the ketchup. You can't eat a burger WITHOUT ketchup. So I start spazzing out on Dave. I don't remember what exactly I accused him of, but I know it was all his fault that the ketchup was gone. So he comes to look in the fridge with me...and wala! There it is. Sitting on the shelf. But it was still his fault. So we're working in the kitchen when he spills the dogs water bowl (which just happened to be in the MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR) instead of where it should be by the fridge. So that pisses me off further. And mind you, I have no clue that I'm really this upset. It all came pouring out when Dave spilled fruit punch on my table cloth - the last table cloth ever in that color - target no longer carries it and I can't find it anywhere else. And it MATCHES the curtains. Not easy to do! So then he starts getting mad at me for being mad at him and it just makes me get more mad at him because I can't believe he's mad at me for something I have no clue how to control. And then I start crying because I feel so alone when I'm hormonal because I don't know why I am feeling this way or how to stop it and I don't know how to explain it or how to make sense of it and I just want to be left alone because no one understands me and I'm exhausted and sleep-deprived and I just want to have one night where dave isn't snoring and I don't have to get up to pee 500 times and the dogs aren't licking my face or taking over the bed and that the house isn't so hot at night when I'm trying to sleep and why isn't my stomach popping out yet and when will I ever look pregnant and is this thing a boy or a girl because I really want to go shopping but I can't...are you exhausted yet? Because I am. Welcome to my brain.
So Dave left to go meet with his sister, and I climbed upstairs to take a much needed nap...
3 hours later I'm happy-go-lucky again.

So long Psycho Chick....I'm sure we'll be meeting you again.