Blogger’s Note: Tim reads my blog daily, so he is fully of aware of what I am about to say. And I love him. Usually.
I love Tim. I do I do I do. But sometimes that man gets on my monkeyfighting nerves! I’m sure it’s mostly due to my raging pregancy hormones, or maybe I am just a major b-i-t-c-h, but there have been a few times during this pregnancy when I kinda wanted to bash his head in.
Take last week for instance. I needed to do some laundry so I unloaded the dryer because, you know, I often use it as a dresser. I asked him to bring the laundry basket upstairs and he did. I dumped the clean clothes on the bed and added dirty clothes back to the basket. A few minutes later I asked him to take the basket downstairs. He looked at me slightly confused and said, “didn’t I just bring it upstairs?”
My response was something along the lines of, “yes, but I need to do another load.”
But what I really wanted to say was, “MOTHERFVCKER DON’T QUESTION ME. IF I ASK YOU TO CARRY THE LAUNDRY BASKET UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS TEN TIMES WHILE SINGING YANKEE DOODLE DANDY YOU WILL DO IT SMILING AND WITHOUT COMPLAINT!!!! I AM GROWING YOUR CHILD INSIDE OF ME!!!!!!!”
Isn’t it a good thing I censored myself and brought it down a notch?
Were you a little ‘extra’ when you were pregnant? How did you keep from pushing your significant other off of a cliff?