The Hormones are Raging!

WARNING: I am venting in this post. Read it at your own risk.

All through my pregnancy I have been pretty level headed. I haven't had the crying or emotional outbursts. But boy have things started to change! I'm to the point now where I can't sleep and everything on me hurts and aches. So needless to say, I have a very short fuse these days. And it all started yesterday...

During my kitchen re-do, I had to get my alarm system taken down and I have been trying for 4 weeks now to get it reinstalled. I have been nice through the reschedules, and the "we can't be there until next week." And after 4 weeks of this, last night I got tired of being nice and went off on Palmetto Alarm for about 30 minutes. I think what really set me off was when I tried to explain that I had tried to work with their schedule for the past 4 weeks and now I just wanted it put back up, considering I have been paying for the service while the stupid thing isn't even hooked up!!!!! And the smart a@@ had the nerve to say, "Well we didn't tell you to take it down." At that point, I literally lost it. And I have NEVER gone off on anyone like that. Frank, who was calmly listening to everything, got a look of fear in his eyes. So just for the record, if you are looking for an alarm, I would not recommend them. They kiss your butt when they want you to sign a contract, and then once it's signed their customer service is crappy!!!!!

So then, after I am in a bad mood, Frank starts asking me "When are you going to pick out a paint color for the nursery." So one question to everyone...are husbands really not that smart? I mean honestly, if I had just got done chewing someone out and the horns were clearly protruding from my head, would you ask me if I was able to get a paint color? Bad timing!!!!! And then after he sees the demon coming out again, he tries to back track by saying, what color are you thinking. And I say, either light blue or light green. At which point he says, we'll just go and tell them that's what you want and let's go ahead and get it done. At this point I am thinking if I could plead temporary insanity and avoid the electric chair for killing my husband. Because apparently he has never been to a paint store.....DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SHADES OF BLUE THERE ARE? So I tell him if he's in a hurry, go pick a color himself. And when I don't like it, it's going to be repainted. At that point, he goes to bed and the demon in me calms down...at least for now.

So poor Frank is living with the devil. The alarm people probably have me on their "Top 5 Most Hated Customers" list (although they deserved getting chewed out). And the horns are still out, b/c I'm still ticked off about my alarm. But now I feel better having vented. And for now, I don't think Frank wants to divorce me. Just 9 more weeks............and hopefully I will be back to normal.