Rage and Frustration

So last night I had the first crying jag hormonal issue and I will post about that later today when I can get input from Mom and Eric to make sure I get it right. Today it's funny to me but last night it was not funny at all.

But I digress because today we feature RAGE. I went to lunch with some friends from work and after we went to the mall to get Godiva chocolate because we like to do that. We get out of the car and as soon as I stand up, all the sudden I have to pee....Like REALLY need to pee NOW. So we go into the mall and I start walking toward the bathroom, following the signs...

After spending half my life walking across the entire mall and trying not to pee on myself, I finally see a Security guard and ask him how much further to the bathroom. "Just around that corner M'am." Erg - M'am.....Anyway after walking across the whole mall, now I have to walk down a white long hallway of death. Seriously you could get killed in this bathroom and NO ONE would ever find you.

So after going on this adventure to the bathroom and half running cause I HAD to go, I now have an cramp in the arch of my left foot. I see Baskin and Robbins across from the bathroom and I think "Hey - I am warm from running for my life, my foot hurts, I should get some ice cream." A small thought goes through my head "You are in a white dress and your chest is starting to get huge due the child growing inside, so do you really want to chance spilling on yourself...Sure why not?"

So I get two scoops of chocolately goodness and I start my adventure back to my friends at Godiva on the OTHER flippin' side of the world. I show up and they have been waiting to pay because I have the Godiva rewards card so I feel bad for making them salivate over the gourmet choco-goodness....and THEN, right there I spill on the right side of chest, a nice chocolate spot to remember this adventure by.

So now I am so frustrated because I spilled (I think I stamped my foot ("I thought girls only did that in movies" - five bucks if you can name where that comes from) and I am upset because the chest is just too huge and who really needs them anyway??? Then we get to the car and I use a baby wipe to get most of it off my white dress....before spilling on my sky blue jacket that goes over my dress...

The next thing I remember is looking up and seeing RED. I zero in on a couple holding hands and being cute right outside the car. I was so close to just rolling down the window to warn her, "Run away from him! Don't procreate because your boobs will get too huge for you to enjoy ice cream ever again!!!!!!!!!" But I came to my senses and kept my cool because I thought that my friends might think I am truly crazy and the people outside the car might call the cops because of the deranged look on my face.

So then Belinda says “oh just get mad at Shawn”, but Shawn has two kids and he knows what pregnant emotions are like so he goes all silent and non-responsive because he thinks I am going to freak out at him next....I told him I am only allowed to get angry with Eric cause he's the hubs and loves me even when I lose it.

And that is why today totally sucks!!!