So I spouted off the other night, got really hormonal, got really tired, and ended up offending my Handsome Husband. It was one of those times where the stupidity of your words hits you square in the face after they've left your mouth. Like spitting into the wind...which I wouldn't suggest. I was angry, and probably will be again, but in the meantime I was really sorry for how I came across.
What did I learn from this? Don't practice hormonal texting. It's like drunk texting. You don't remember what you said until the next morning when it's too late.
My BIL has been here all week, and he will leave tomorrow night as he's high-fiving my MIL and FIL through the doorwar as they come in for a week. Not even enough time to wash the sheets on the guest bed.
In all honesty, it hasn't been bad. It IS, however, a glance into what it's going to be like to feed two grown men in the future. And if he's anything like his daddy? We might as well give up right now and buy a farm. I think I need to find some meat alternatives.
My eye is on the prize, however, of that fateful day after they're all gone. The day I get to rip down my guest room and make room for the nursery!! Will it be next weekend? Maybe it will be... Will I begin taking pictures off the wall while they're sleeping? Maybe I will... Will they come in to a simple mattress on the floor? Well. Probably not. Mostly because I can't lift very much.
I didn't really mean that. Yes, yes I did.