When the
Husband cooks for special occasions, he starts
early in the morning, cooks through breakfast and won't eat till lunch. Don't get me wrong - brilliant
cook and I love that he wants to make holiday
meals but under the best circumstances, this drives me nuts; add being
pregnant? Ha!
When it comes to
food, he is like a camel - eats
one meal and is good. He can even
hold off till the big meal. He can only go so far though and then he gets super
grouchy, but this story is about
me being
hormonal (and
hungry and
pregnant) and not about the evil
monster that comes out when he is
hungry.
I have absolutely no idea why he was
cooking. No idea what
holiday it could have been and certainly no idea who was coming to our house that day. What I do remember is waking up after he had already started
cooking and I was
hungry.
I sat in the living room, on the couch; staring at the television.
When he
cooks, he takes up the whole
kitchen, every possible surface and every [insert
cooking utensil, appliance and pot here]. It is ridiculous. Did I mention I was
hungry? and
pregnant? and I had not eaten since the night before?
Anyway...
Every time I tried to make something to
eat or grab something from the fridge he would say, “
Dinner will be ready soon!” It. Was. 8:30 AM!
Dinner by the way is actually
lunch in this story but… I digress.
When I finally got into the
kitchen and started to make some
eggs he came and had the nerve to tell me, “We will be
eating in two hours. Can't you wait?”
Uh,
no…
I threw the
pan down and started to
cry. And not just
crying but that “irrational, can’t catch my breath crying because I know it is irrational and yet I am still crying any way”
crying.
I'm
sniff hungry
sniff and
sniff can't
sniff wait
sniff till
sniff 1:00
sniff.
I was so mad and
hungry and I'm
crying over being
hungry!
I went in the bathroom to
cry, alone... not that it would matter because he bowed his head and went into the bedroom. No hug, no what's wrong, nothing - he could not understand why I was
crying or why I could not wait two more hours to eat. duh...
Hunger!
I locked myself in the bathroom and took a long, hot shower.
Not sure what happen after I locked myself in the bathroom but when I came out...
eggs, bacon and toast.
Believe me when I say - I wish could remember this story each and every time he is hungry and grouchy...
