I think I need a vacation, because I totally flipped out tonight. I don't know what did it; it was probably a combination of several things. It was partially the husband calling while I was on my way home from work to ask, "Are you hungry?" which I took to mean, "What are you going to do for dinner?"; partially finding out that the children had found my Girl Scout cookies and opened one of the boxes (and then me wondering, "What was the husband doing when this happened?"); partially being told that I couldn't talk to the husband very long on the phone because he only had 15 minutes left; partially coming home to the 2, almost 3, year-old crying because we didn't have a fish spoon like Grandma has so he could eat applesauce; and then, partially, the child spilling the applesauce all over his clothes and the floor while I was trying to make dinner.
And I flipped. The profanity probably is burned in my children's minds forever. And, to top it off, I really needed to go to the bathroom and my bladder control is not the best right now, with this huge boy-child inside me pushing on my bladder all the time and my temper was not the only thing that was lost when I yelled.
And I can't go anywhere now, because the husband has to go to work soon and I'll be left alone with the children after spending all day with teenagers who looked at me like I was crazy when I gave them the new project we're going to start.
I'm so tired. Can I go to bed now?