Have you ever seen that episode of Friends when Rachel is 9 months pregnant and she and Ross go to the doctors to learn some home remedies about jump starting her labor? And while they are waiting for the doctor she becomes so annoyed that she asks Ross, "Could you breathe any louder?"
Well, this is M.E. and I'm no where near my 9th month, but it seems like every little things gets under my skin and sticks there like a thorn. Things that would normal go on with not much of a second thought or a thought at all are driving M.E. crazy.
i.e. Our closet doors. We have the old school double sliding closet doors in our bedroom and in the 1+ years we've lived in this house, those doors are rarely pulled to. I'm just as guilty as the Man and with our dirty laundry in the a overflowing basket on the floor of the closet, shutting the doors is sometimes impossible. But for some reason, I now want these doors closed before I got to bed, or anytime I'm in the room really. This is something I've never requested before and so why now? Only the pregnancy hormones know or maybe I'm becoming OCD.
i.e. LG's coat. Last night, Buddy had basketball practice and after the choas of getting 12 1st grade boys through an hour long practice with out the Man having a nervous breakdown and M.E. trying to make sure the right parents pick up the right kids, we discover that LG's winter coat is no where to be found. The logical explaination, someone picked it up by mistake and will probably return it to school today. But did this make M.E. feel ok about it. No, I nearly flipped out because it was about 25 degrees outside and my baby might freeze to death in the 20+ yards from the gym to the van. I mean really. I immediately declare I'm not attending any more practices, I'm done with basketball, yadda-yadda-yadda.
I've prayer for patience and to let this too pass, but I'm not sure what to do. I know the Man is as confused as I am about my behavior and massive mood swings. And I could point the finger to many things, the pregnancy, the holidays, Raven being in St. Jude's, and many, many more, but instead I'm going to do my best to focus on the half FULL cup of old milk sitting on the tv stand that LG is attempting to take a drink of as we speak. I'm going to focus on the fact that LG is simply in LOVE with our Christmas tree and forget the fact that he was taking pictures of it yesterday with my camera while I was in the shower and dropped my camera, so now the lens no longer retracts and takes blurry pictures. I'm going to focus on getting my laundry done so those closet doors will close with EASE and let the other stuff go.