We All Have Our Moments

I crawled back into bed around 6 am this morning and begged Alex to keep Aiven quiet for a couple of hours so I could sleep (his fussing is like missing porridge for this mama bear -- impossible to ignore). I gave him instructions on how to make Aiven's breakfast. Rice cereal, a bit of hot water, and then some cold water so it isn't too hot, add a mashed banana into it, and then mix in some prune from the pouch in the fridge. He was half asleep, so I asked him to repeat it to me. He did.

As he left the bedroom, I yelled out for him to please take some applesauce out of the freezer. I forgot to take it out the night before and I usually feed it to Aiven for dessert at lunch and dinner.

 About an hour later, I woke up and stumbled into the kitchen. Alex was feeding Aiven out of the apple sauce container. I asked "Where is the rice cereal?
He replied, "In here."
"Where is the banana?"
He replied, "In here."
"Where is the prune?
He replied, "In here."

"In here" meant the applesauce container. When did I say to give Aiven the entire container of applesauce for breakfast? I completely lost my &#%*. I made him go out and buy a dozen apples so I could cook more apple sauce. All because he used one container that he should not have and left me with only 2 more containers in the freezer (see "Stockpiling") 

I admit it, I was being ridiculous. Over what? Seriously? And, I am ashamed to say it, I was just plain mean.
 
This wasn't the first time I've overreacted. And my husband, the angel that he is, takes none of it personally. He knows I am either PMSing or pregnant, or so over-tired I am simply not myself. He doesn't get mad at me. He doesn't get snarky with me. He just loves me. And I wonder, how did I get so lucky?
 
I guess we all have our moments. They are not always pretty.

My remedy - I just stop, look around, and recalibrate. I look at everything I am grateful for, especially my husband. Then I apologize, tell him how much I appreciate him, and think of something special to cook him.
 
OK...time to go and tell him I am sorry in the language he understands best.  Food.