So today I woke up starving. Now, I babysit twin babies and a two year old and have my own 3 to get ready for school each day so the mornings are always rushed. Today was more so than usual because my youngest daughter had a performance this morning so I asked my husband to come with me so he could help with the twins and 2 year old at the school. I'm 9 weeks pregnant currently so you know how it goes...if I say I'm hungry, I need to eat PRONTO or I will vomit. So I grab a banana as we head out the door. This is at 7:30.

Get everyone ready and in place at the school and its 8:35 when this thing starts. The whole time I'm saying I feel sick because I'm hungry. Guys...a banana is not enough for me. I have to have more...specifically, a bean burrito. Every. Morning.

So the performance ends and now its 9:15 and husband helps me load all the kids that arent ours up and I'm about to take him home because I babysit at this other house and he wants to go home (understandable).

The thing is...I'm hungry. I've been hungry. I want my Damn burrito. So hes talking about having me stop at a gas station on the way because he wants a red bull. And the whole time hes talking I'm internally raging because...I. Want. My. Burrito.

So hes like "why are you getting mad?" And I reiterate Im hungry and hes like "you never said you were hungry." So now I'm fuming because ALL I've said today was "I'm hungry"...he's like "well you had a banana. An hour ago."

In my pregnancy hormonal rage of hunger I'm like "IT WASNT AN HOUR AGO. AND A BANANA ISNT ENOUGH." Then realize I'm getting upset so I calmly explain that it upsets me I cant get this burrito because I had to take him home and "his needs are first" because Taco Bell was the opposite direction.

Mind you...I havent mentioned an actual burrito. Just general hunger. And I could have said I needed to eat before taking him. And not mention...he DID come with me to watch OTHER PEOPLES KIDS so we could be there for the youngest this morning.

But forget that. I am past that. Because I'm pregnant. And hungry. And obviously a spoiled brat at this point.

So what does he say...? "But you had a banana..."

Then, I lose it. I legit pulled into the nearest gas station, handed him $20, and told him to walk the rest of the way.

You guys....my poor, sweet, adoring husband. I made him walk home. Because I was having a bitch fit over a burrito. I. Am. So. Mean. (I will say though...it was less than a mile from home, but still).

Then I went and got my burrito and he texted me a while later about our bathroom curtain falling down, didnt mention me kicking him out of the car. Here's what followed (I'm the blue):

This man...he has so much patience with me. I dont know how I have him because as evidenced by this story, sometimes I really don't deserve him. I am so thankful.

Do any of you ladies have any similar stories of awful behavior and the patient men of your life? I would love to hear it and know I'm not alone!

**Edit: someone made a comment that I seem to resent watching other people's kids. So this edit is Just in case anyone else got the wrong impression: I mention in the beginning about "other people's kids plus my own 3" because I wanted to illustrate that mornings are rushed for us. I mention again that he helped me "load all the kids that arent ours into the car" because I'm painting the picture that we are down to just the twins and 2 year old and ours are still at school. And i mention he "helped me with kids that arent ours" a 3rd time because i was making a point that he was doing me a favor by helping me watch them and that i was being an ass to him in spite of his kindness.

I do not in any way resent watching these kiddos. The 2 year old's mom has been my best friend since age 3 and I watched her older kids from babies until they went to school. And the twins' mother is a very close friend of mine and i also keep her 2 older ones when they get out of school in the afternoons and they frequent my house on weekends when I'm NOT being paid because i LOVE them, they aren't just a job to me, and they consider me family.

So sorry if it came off as i hate watching these kiddos...just trying to make my points without having to explain all of this--which i ended up having to do anyway due to a misunderstanding.**