It started off with this nasty weather (feeling like -46 outside, like what in Santa Claus is this crap)—and then my husbands car not starting so I had to drive him to work. Then I was late to work because he is so stupid. But before we left, he forgets to lock the front door, and my patience is real thin at this point. And it’s all the little things that make me want to rip his head off and toss it out. I h8 everything. Pretty sure this is just me and not pregnancy hormones.

Anyways, venting makes me feel better.