Hugs to you hon. Yes, you are crazy - but that's ok. And you know what? It's ok to laugh about it. We are women and we go through A LOT to make us crazy. So you have every right to be mad about getting the fries. Burger King fries suck so I completely understand. How could he?! It's not like you didn't tell him. Now if it were the first time EVER that he did something like that then I'm sure it wouldnt be a big deal. But by the 99th time you're like WHAT THE . . . !!!
It's a process that as time goes on it gets old. And your pregnant and dealing with AGAIN. Bad combination for hubby. Tisk tisk on him. He's not gonna change. He'll do it again,and again. Maintain some level of even emotion if you can. I know you want to slap him silly until he gets it. But he's man. He won't ever get it. I wish we could control our environment but sadly we can't. We can only control ourselves. He'll remain clueless until the end of time. Count your blessings that he's around and not hanging out with some sleezy stripper and getting her the fries instead of you. Take a deep breath - it will be ok : )
I've cut and pasted this email titled - WHY WOMEN ARE CRABBY.
Subject: why I'm crabby...
Why Women Are Crabby
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that
anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it
brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra
contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our
backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those
budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear
little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in
places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was
about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF
he did it right and didn't end up with his lit
tle cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water
for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John .
Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with
the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day
making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd
our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our
blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we
had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop
screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and push.' Just one more good push' (more
like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!*
hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,
mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that
'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering,
wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our
early 40
's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all
womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds'
or the aforementioned Nether Regions or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your
sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so
easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without
soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad
crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.
Send this to some bright women you know and make their day!!! And to the men who
cause it all. Make them laugh a little.....
GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF LIFE...
DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!