These freaking hormones. All I want is Mexican food.

The Mexican restaurant on my town is delicious. However. I go in there at 850 to place a carry out order to take home because our baby is only 9 days old and I don’t want him in public like that yet.

My hormones are through the roof.

Anyway, I get in there and they close at 9:30. They tell me the can take an order for a chimichanga, rice, and beans, because it’s too close to the time they close. So if they won’t serve anyone past 840 because that’s when they close: why wouldn’t they close then?! I literally broke down crying and got pissed off. My husband feels bad because we didn’t leave earlier to do it and now I don’t want anything to eat. I swear my cravings are worse than ever. But I have to eat something, I’m nursing and need the calories.

But seriously, though. I’m angry. I wanted the Mexican so bad.