I think of myself as a pretty resonable person, someone who doesn't overreact or lose my temper over trivial things. But this past Sunday made me question my emotional state--or maybe I was justified in my reaction. Here's what happened:
We got up and went to church as usual (9am). I didn't eat breakfast before leaving, so by the time we were in Sunday School Mike and I were discussing what we were going to eat when we got home. I hadn't been grocery shopping in a while so our options were limited. Finally I remembered the perogies in the freezer. (Just a note about perogies--they are quite common in Canada, but I only recently discovered them here in California).
When we got home (12:30), the whole family was starving. Mike got started on frying up the perogies, while I threw something together for the kids to eat and got Jordan ready for her ballet rehersal. By the time the perogies were done, I was headed out the door to take Jordan to her rehersal--without eating anything. Mike said he would save me 4 perogies to eat when I got home.
The whole time I waited for Jordan, I dreamed about those perogies. An hour later we were home and I rushed to the kitchen--no perogies. Maybe Mike had put them in the fridge for me, nope; maybe in a tupperware, nope; maybe in the oven to stay warm, nope. I thought there must be some mistake. I hurried upstairs where Mike was preparing his Seminary lessons (it looked more like sleeping to me). [This is when I lost it] Mike looked at me with a guilty look and said "I tried to call you to see if you would mind." I don't know what came over me, but I got so mad. I ordered Mike downstairs to cook me something else before I started crying--yes, that's right--crying.
A couple hours later I laughed about the whole thing, but I have no idea why I got so upset. Needless to say, when I made it to the grocery store this morning, Perogies were on my list and OH WHAT A DELICIOUS LUNCH I HAD TODAY!!!
Sorry Mike. You didn't marry a crazy woman, I promise!
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