Part Fish, Part Tears

I have found I am starting to get the moodies. LOL! Last night I was a big baby. I was feeling ill cause of the tuna sandwich I had for lunch. Not to mention I was stuck in traffic for over a hour on the way home. (Roll Eyes)

When I got home I plopped on the couch in a ball feeling quiet ill. Of course Dan was extremely hungry. He had suggested Mexican Food but that had required me to stay in the car 30 more minutes picking the food up on the way home. So when I got home he says, I am hungry I am just going to eat a TV dinner. I said, Oh please don't say that foul word. Just the thought of one of those suckers makes me ill. Then I say, don't worry. I will make you dinner. So then he list off what he thinks might be good. I get nauseous. He says, It's ok I will just make a TV dinner. I swallow and dash for the bathroom. I gagged a few times then slither into the shower. I think I sat in there for about what seemed to be a hour. Water make me feel better. Probably cause I am part fish.

Anyway, I call from the shower, Daaaaniel.. Yes dear.. I am hungry sick, make me dinner.. A few minutes later I can hear him clanging around in the kitchen. Then I hear him talking on the phone in the office. A few moments later I smell something burning. I yell, Dan the breaad is burning. (Silence) Then I start moaning Daaaaaniel. Daaaaniel. If I were trying out to be a ghost. I would have gotten the job. LOL! !

Poor Dan. He doesn't know how to cook. I must say I felt really out of control. I am the cook. I make the dinners. Dan is Mr. Premade man. Which is ok with me because he sometimes can cook a mean tv dinner. ((: Oh yes, and he makes really good cottage cheese pancakes.

Anyway back to the moaning. I realize I am going to need something other than a greasy lasagna and veggies. He comes in the bathroom where I am curled up in the bottom of the tub like a pet frog. Oh poor baby, he says. I look up with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster. Fruit smoothie peas. He takes a deep breath, grumbles and said in a irritated but sweet voice. FINE, I just burnt supper. Give me a minute. LOL! 10 minutes later he toddles back with my amazing fruit smoothie. I nearly cried. He is the best man in the whole world.

When I got out of the shower the smell in the house was putrid. With one hand holding my robe over my nose and the other holding my smoothie I force myself to the kitchen. When I get there I wrap my arms around my husband and begin to boo hoo. Wiping my tear covered hormonal face into his chest. Then I begin to whine, I don't feeel good Danrow. I want my mommy. (in which I still haven't told)

All I can say is that my husband is a champ to put up with my old winy self. Thank You God for my amazing friend. I never really understood why Mom said, choose your mate wisely! Now I know why. Cause you want someone to hang around when you get sick on Tuna Fish Sandwiches.

Three more weeks til I tell my mommy. Ugg! I hope I can make it that long. I was pretty darn close to calling her last night. My mommy is the best for making me feel betters. She can listen to my hours of blubbering. I hope I am halve the Mom she is.