I am at the irritable point of pregnancy. (I say that in the hopes that the rest of the months ease up in this regard.) EVERYTHING gets under my skin.  And I know it’s stupid, but that doesn’t stop my temper from flaring up.  I’ve done very well to control it thus far.

But this morning.. after discussing it at the store last night.. I preheated the oven to bake some muffins. (It saved me having to buy breakfast, since we already had some.) I jumped in the shower while the oven was preheating, and after I got out and was putting lotion on, I heard the clink of cereal bowls.

I came out and found both of them playing video games.  And they’d already eaten (and left a mess in the kitchen).

I tried not to be slighted by it, but I totally was.  I wanted to stomp around and scream and say things that I knew would hurt them.. for no good reason.  I knew that.  I knew it was stupid and I just needed to get over it.  So, instead – logically –, I unloaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen.

Of course, Bryan will read this later and either a) laugh at how asonine it is (it’s just freakin muffins, Sarah!) or b) begin this “Why do you hate me?” thing that he does and it grates on my last nerve.  I’M VOTING FOR LAUGHING, BRY BRY.

So there you go.  Your Sunday morning peak into the insanity of a woman out of her first trimester.