Wednesday, April 15, 2009

French Toast and Brownies.

I got up and made them both french toast. For Joey I made coffee, since I am really not supposed to be drinking the stuff myself, even though I have almost everyday since I found out I was pregnant. Giving up alcohol seemed enough until I read in this real "natural" pregnancy book that women who drank eight cups of coffee a day had a fifty percent higher chance of having a stillborn.
So I just had a little cup, and didn't finish all of it. So what's that? A 1% chance or something? (I hate pregnancy books.)
But anyways my point was that I was trying to be nice, trying to be all wifely, you know. Serve him like he was the "king of this castle", like that marriage book I flipped through yesterday told me to do. And the night before he had told me he really likes french toast, like way more than waffles or pancakes (which is what I have been making for the last FIVE years), so I got up and made french toast.
Even though my good deed did make me feel nice for about thirty minutes, I was in a bad mood by the time everything was cleaned up and put away.
I locked myself in my bedroom and did some yoga/kickboxing/dance stretching. I thought this would help (Yahoo posted today that to be happy in thirty minutes one thing you can do is increase your physical activity) but it didn't.
I unlocked the door (bad idea) and got in the shower, and Ethan was soon begging to come in with me. In about three minutes I was screaming at him to not hang on the towel rack. He was sent to time out for a bad attitude, and I got to finish my shower in peace, even though I needed a time out for a bad attitude too.
This mood has hung around all day. It's really quite annoying. I think it's my hair, ( I look like one of the Beatles. Growing hair out sucks.) and my growing thighs, and Ethan for being so darn demanding and Joey for not loving me like I want him too.
Boo hoos.
Sometimes writing these things help to get them out of my heart, or at least makes me see what a sissy I am being.
At one point today I told Joey I was in a bad mood, wanting him to ask why, and if there was anything he could do (like maybe hug me for gosh sakes) and he said, " Yeah, I noticed. That happens sometimes."
I hate men sometimes. One, for being so logical, and two, for being so insensitive.
I took a little nap, which usually makes me feel worse but today for some reason made me feel a little better. Joey left for softball and I took a bath. Once I got out of the bath, I had finally decided to really turn things around, so Ethan and I made brownies for dinner. The best part was when he turned to me with his hands and face covered in batter and said, "Mmmmm, I like chocolate when it's not maked yet." I totoally agree. So anyways, now I am writing. It's late, and I am rushing to be done so that when Joey comes home I can be there for him. There is a part of me that still wants to be mean, even though he called, wants to hang out when he gets home.
I need another brownie.

6 comments:

Shelley said...

oh Danae!!! I totally feel your emotions right now. If you ever need a break let me know!

Erin Holland said...

Brownies make everything better:) haha...I love how you put it so perfectly. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and heart!

Deaira Dea said...

I agree brownies make everything better something about ooey gooey chocolate! :)

Anonymous said...

Thanks girls, so much!! Joey came home last night and we had a big good talk...life is so complicated, huh. Well anyways I appreciate all your love...love to each of you!!
Danae

Anonymous said...

i love you danae.. :) mmm. chuy left yesterday.. and I tear every time I think of him.. (all watery.. i wished I just full out cry and get it over with.. )i hate it when he's not beside me.. :( (but i have moments like that too .. )
daelynn .

amy coverdale said...

oh danae...your blogs.... they make me smile, laugh, cry. . .i love them. i love you even more. i love how honest and raw you are...it is an incredible characteristic to possess in today's world. I appreciate you so much.
loves-amy.