Rick and the applesauce

I had to get up early (7:00, stop laughing) today because my work is having a pancake breakfast for the staff and I do loves me some pancakes. The breakfast is from 8:00-9:00, but since Jen's normal shower time is 7:20 I had to get in there first. By 7:20 my internal alarm has already gone off and I am awake. At 7:00, that is not the case.

The alarm startled me awake in the middle of a dream wherein my smurfbrother was maliciously dumping applesauce out on my bed, in the sheets.

You can imagine what sort of mood I woke up in. I hope pancakes fix everything.

Ubersensitive

Yesterday when Jen got home from work, she asked me if I'd eaten dinner already. It really rubbed me the wrong way, mostly (I'm sure) because I'm super sensitive these days and everything seems to hurt my feelings. I mean, I've never eaten without her on a day that she works the early shift, unless I've had some pre-arranged plan to go out with someone (and I don't even know if that's ever happened). I was totally surprised and hurt that she would think that I would eat dinner before she got home and leave her to fend for herself after work.

So basically, all last night I was in this bummer of a mood that I couldn't shake, because she kept saying, "I don't know why I said that, it's not like I think that, I know you would never do that," etc.

Today she came home from work and I told her that I made pasta/spinach salad for dinner for us. And she sits down and immediately says, "Did you eat already or did you wait for me?'

I just want to curl up and sleep for the next week.