I seriously *did not* just say that

Last night, as Kile and I were laying in (our fabulous) bed, I actually uttered the sentence, “I’m glad the weekend is over.” I’m surprised that I wasn’t struck down by lightning right then and there. I mean, PERISH THE THOUGHT. The weekend is to be revered and honored and given a special spot in my heart. Not to be callously tossed aside and snidely remarked about.

Still. I was sorta glad to put an end to it. It wasn’t the BEST of weekends. Which isn’t to say that it was the worst either. I had the sneaking suspicion last night as I was trying to fall asleep and keep the tears (!!) at bay that perhaps those irrational moodswings from the early days of this pregnancy have returned to me at last. Because yesterday I was just UPSET. And it seemed to only get worse as the day went on! I kid you not, I was actually almost shaking with rage and fury and weepiness when I went up to our room last night and saw that Kile had (*gasp*) turned my nightstand sideways in order to scootch the bed over a few inches towards the door.

The heck??

Seriously though, it made sense at the time for me to be upset. When we first had the bed set up in our room, I told Kile that I would rather have my nightstand situated correctly and the bed moved over closer to the other wall. See, here’s a handy diagram for reference showing you our bedroom layout.

Bedroom layout

See, I had specific reasons for wanting my nightstand to sit properly next to my side of the bed. It meant moving the bed a little more towards the windows side of the room, but Kile still had plenty of room for his nightstand and everything. With the dog’s kennel next to my side of the bed and the door there too, space is limited over on my side. And if we wanted to set up the co-sleeper on my side of the bed (which I was under the impression we did), I would need that extra room right there. So last night when I came upstairs and saw that he had moved the bed in the direction of the arrows and turned my nightstand sideways so the door could still open… well, I got pissed and moody and weepy and upset. My hormone-wracked, aching and sore mind saw this as him thumbing his nose at me and what I wanted to do. He ALWAYS does this, asks what I want and then just goes ahead and does what he wants to do anyhow. Drives me batty. I was already rather fragile last night and then THIS??

His reasoning? He wants the bed centered on the wall and with it moved over closer to the windows side of the room makes it “off-kilter”. GAHHH!!!!

Anyhow. I’m over it. Mostly. It was a frustrating weekend. Getting the bed was a stressful event for me, believe it or not. And I didn’t even DO much. Maybe that’s what was so stressful, I don’t know. But I felt incredibly on edge all day long.

Plus, I suffered some disappointments over the weekend. I don’t handle disappointment as well as I should. I need to maybe write a post about it. It’s really rather pathetic. But at any rate, these disappointments added to my “snowball effect” mood last night.

And we didn’t get a crib mattress, even though I’m literally itching to move Liam over to Harry’s room (I’m expecting it to be rather difficult) and start working on Evie’s room. We looked at them though, which I suppose counts. And I won’t even tell you how many places we went since Thursday looking for down comforters and duvet covers. OMG. Kile is a picky person when it comes to down comforters, it turns out. And it also turns out that pretty much nowhere in town has “heavy weight” comforters right now. And, of course, that’s what he wants. Me? I could care less. JUST PICK SOMETHING, DAMNIT. Ahem.

All was not lost, however, We did take the boys over to Build-A-Bear Workshop after church yesterday and we made a couple of adorable stuffed animals for Evie. I’ll have to take some pictures of them and put them and post them later today. Harry’s creation was easily twice the cost of Liam’s, but that could be because we made Liam’s for him and have more of an eye for frugality than our 8 year old son. Still. Very cute.

So how was your weekend? Any drama? Any fabulous moments to share?

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