'Blow-up part II

I would like to say that my rants are over.  I would love to tell you that I have nothing left to complain about.  Believe me, I would love to feel normal and have some control over what I am feeling and how I react to what goes on around me.  But I can't.  

I truly believed that last weeks explosion was the end of it.  I was sadely mistaken.  Yesterday afternoon I spent trying to be comfortable.  I was completely exhausted and couldn't stay warm or cool to save my life.  Right before we left for church my son went to the bathroom and "hosed" a good portion of it.  My hubby did not have a good reaction to this.  He asked for something to clean it up.  I sought clarification as to what "something" was.  This was my fatal mistake.  He was very curt and anoyed with me.  I just simply couldn't take that and went to my room to cry. I pulled myself together to get through mass.  We returned home and I serve supper.  At which point Lily tipped her chair and spilled her drink.  I had had it .  I shrieked, quite literally.  Cleaned the mess.  Ate what little dinner I could stomach and sent myself to bed.  I am still not really talking to my hubby. 

I have this odd feeling that tonight will be much of the same.  Lily has been complaining of body aches all day, despite a trip to the zoo for a picnic lunch.  The best part was that my girlfriend had a healthy baby girl this morning.  At least it is a reminder that the end is in sight and all the horomones and uncomforatableness is all worth it.  I need to go back to picking something to be thankful for.  Today I am thankful for a drop in the humidity.  Anything that makes me feel less sticky is truly a blessing.