No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk . . .

So being an emotional pregnant woman is definitely taking its tole on both me and Jeff (what a wonderful, patient, and understanding man he is). Saturday morning I was so excited because for the first time in weeks we actually had a morning together. I had planned to make us a delicious breakfast just like my dad always did for me. We had Eggs, Hashbrowns, and even Bacon; we were so excited. So I started cooking the bacon first, knowing it would take the longest. Then when I thought they were close to being done, Jeff started cooking the eggs and I threw on the hashbrowns. Well, needless to say, the eggs finished super fast and the others were not even close. And then to add more to my frustration the pan I was using for the hashbrowns was awful! Despite my many tablespoons of butter the entire thing was completely stuck! I switched pans in the middle to try to save them. In the meantime Jeff ate his eggs so they wouldn't get cold. I insisted on waiting so I could eat the meal as I had been imagining - forgetting that cold eggs are gross! So with all my fussing with the hashbrowns I completely forgot about the bacon which was now burnt to a crisp! In my efforts to get it off quick boiling oil splattered onto my skin which hurt A LOT!! I hurried to the sink to put cold water on it, asked Jeff to finished collecting the bacon and I instantly began to cry, partially because of pain, but mostly because of frustration of my perfect meal gone horribly wrong. I regained my composure, and turned around to find the hashbrowns of course still on the burner and now also being burnt to a crisp! They were my last hope and now they too were ruined. Seeing this sight i threw them onto my plate, threw the sizzling hot pan into the sink, and ran to the bed balling like a baby! I honestly have not cried that hard in YEARS!

(Note: Inside I found this whole situation rather ironic because I am currently writing a lesson for parents on temper-tantrums for toddlers and every single thing I did, I had previously written about it in the lesson. I just had an adult temper-tantrum . . . WOW! What are these hormones doing to me?)

Of course Jeff came in to console me, and then later laugh at me because I was crying over burnt food. Which was and still is obviously ridiculous to me now, but at the time it was such a big deal. You see, we have been so busy lately that I was really excited to have fun cooking with Jeff and then to eat our yummy little meal together. And that did not even come close to happening. You also have to keep in mind that my dad is one of, if not the best cooks in the world especially when it comes to breakfast; so the meal I had in my head I could not have done anyway because I wanted my dad's breakfast which I have just not mastered yet. In all my tears I asked why I couldn't cook like my dad Jeff said, he has had more practice than I had. Which of course is true, I just wanted it so badly and then everything went so wrong.

So after many tears and being comforted by the best husband in the world I sat down to eat my breakfast: Cold Eggs, Burnt Hashbrowns, and Crispy Bacon while my wonderful husband cleaned up the mess and did all the dishes. In hindsight, this is still obviously ridiculous to me and I just cracked up while writing this whole thing. But the funniest thing is honestly how hard I was crying. Tears, gasps, moans . . . WOW. Jeff is still teasing me about it. O-well, such is the life of an emotional pregnant woman.