Hormone Extravaganza

Friday I had my first hormonal rage. I'd like to formally apologize to my husband, who I hung up on, and my mother, who I told to stop calling me. Lovely wife and daughter, I know.

A relaxing day off from work turned into the afternoon of hell. My work Christmas party was last Friday night, which consequently fell on the day before my husband and I were leaving at the crack of dawn for New York City. My Christmas party was also a half hour toward our intended destination Friday (we were catching a bus to NY); however, we have a dog. We were pretty sure the restaurant would frown upon the dog participating in the Christmas festivities so my mom and I had arranged for her to pick the dog up Friday afternoon at the airport where her plane was arriving, conveniently located a half hour from my house. Some miscommunication occurred, I assumed we were meeting at a gas station AT the airport, she chose one outside of the airport and long story short I got lost. The dog and I proceeded back down 695 to return home.

And the hormones began. Tears began to swell behind my eyes and a pressure headache came out of nowhere. Sobbing ensued. My mom called to make sure I was headed back in the right direction and I snapped at her. I called my husband to vent and he was completely nonplussed by my story, in turn this led me to hang up on him. A situation that on a normal day may lead me to be somewhat irritated but not borderline mental, which is what I was. A sobbing, hot mess, mental case. Thankfully, it passed. On to Week 8!