Minor Breakdown

So I guess you could say that I had a minor breakdown Monday night...Let me recap the non-stop weekend that led to this. Nicole, Brigid and I threw a Baby shower for Brandy at my house Saturday morning. Beautiful shower but wow was I exhausted afterwards but I could not stop after the shower. I left the house after it was over and met up with Mom and Jenn to finish the Baby Registry :) Let's just say that my feet were hurting so bad that by the time we got to the baby monitors my pregnant bootie was sitting on the floor while I decided. Gross? Yes, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Chad had to work Saturday and he went to race go karts after that so he wasn't going to be home til about 3am. With that being the case I decided to spend the night with the folks :) I got up for early service and Sunday school and then headed home to head to the Braves Game with Matt and Jess... Game was starting at 4:30 but we left the house about 1:30 to get up there early. Now Atlanta weather for the past few weeks has been fantastic - We are actually having a Fall but Sunday was like holy cow hot! All I have to wear are jeans!! By the time I started showing all of the shorts were gone :( So I was extremely hot and trying not to be that whiny pregnant woman but seriously I thought I may have fallen out. Granted they did not win the game we still had an awesome time being at the stadium cheering them on!! I don't remember the last time the stadium was that loud. I must admit my elbow was sore from doing the chop that much! Anyway, we ended up getting home about 10:00 and got up for work. So then Monday hits. I was pooped - Not sure how I made it through the work day but I did. I get home and Chad was out in the recliner - we were both exhausted. I was trying to be a good wife and make a really good dinner while he slept. I was attempting to make, Skillet Garlic Chicken and I get started on it and begin cooking and then something happened. I go to the cabinet and I realize I have no cream of chicken. (This happens to every woman at some point in their life - My mom assures me but WHY MONDAY NIGHT??) I didn't panic - I went to my friend Mr. Google and looked up how to make my own. Well, I did just that and was feeling pretty proud of myself. I even made broccoli and homemade biscuits to go with it. I attempted to wake Chad up and he didn't budge. I proceeded to eat by myself. I start to eat and I have never said this before but it was hands down the worst meal I have ever made. I tried to eat but I was just so ticked. I spent an hour and a half cooking and for what - utter crap on a plate. You can guess what came next...I'm sitting there and I'm so tired, food was not good and all of my
t-shirts just look ridiculous on me now...so yeah out came the water works. Chad woke up and I was just sitting on the couch in a full on sob fest. He was so confused. He asked, "Babe what's wrong?" Through the tears I managed to get out, "This is the worst dinner I have ever made and I am so tired..." I could tell he was trying not to laugh and the expression on his face indicated he was not looking forward to eating a dinner I had just dubbed the worst ever. I got it together after I just had a good cry and Chad being the amazing husband that he is ate the dinner. The only complaint he had was that it was cold (from him napping) but I think he was trying to be nice. After that I got in the bed and did not move for the rest of the night. Such an eventful Monday evening and I owe it all to the wonderful hormonal changes of pregnancy. Thank you.