Sunday, July 10, 2011
OK, so let me start by saying that I'm stressed. Like mega stressed to the point where I am SURE its affecting my personality. In fact, I'm sure that I'm the last person that anyone in the world with half a brain would want to be near if given a choice. Ok ,maybe an bit of a exaggeration, but not too much of one. That being said, I have a strong feeling that my sweet honey is sort of walking around carefully wondering when I may blow. I could write a complete new blog entry on why I'm stressed, why its a sin, why I shouldn't be stressed and how I could cope with it better, but I digress, back to the story. I go through little fits of "OH MY GOSH I HAVE TO CONTROL SOMETHING IN MY WORLD RIGHT NOWWWWW" and rush off to do random and sometimes weird things. (think nesting for the un-pregnant insane!!) This afternoon was one of those times. Quite unexpectedly, I rushed from my room to the kitchen to whip up a container of homemade chocolate syrup for the kids. When my precious J-rod came to see what was up and ask me what I was making I said (a bit too brightly, in my opinion) "chocolate syrup!". Of course, he asked "um, what for?" and it sort of stumped me. I think I looked at him for a few seconds before I sputtered out "because I can". He gave me a little half smile, patted my shoulder and escaped the kitchen. Don't y'all have a whole new respect for my wonderful sweetie?