At first, I didn't notice. Like a virus, they crept into my system until they completely took control. While still thinking everything was normal (my mom would say I was delusional) Jake knew something else was going on. Something not so awesome. Especially for him...
...I'm talking about hormones, ladies (and gents...if you're still reading). And they successfully completely took control two shockingly terrifying times.
Not that our relationship is perfect, but Jake and I really don't fight that much (except when I "back-seat-drive"). However, pregnant Erin wanted to kick Jake in the balls a few times (don't worry. I didn't go that far. Jack's brothers and sisters are in there!!)
On one particularly scary night (for Jake) we arrived home from a lovely evening out with some friends. I went into the bathroom only to discover that "someone" hadn't put the toilet paper on the roll. This someone noticed that we needed toilet paper and decided to put a new roll on top of the old roll. Pregnant Erin's logic said, "WTF??" So I said, "Hey, Babe, it would totally help me out if, when you saw the need for toilet paper, you actually put the new roll on the thingy and threw the old roll away." At this point, I'm not even irritated. Then Jake said, "Well, all I had to do was blow my nose. I didn't even need to sit down. I figured it was the person's job who was actually going to use the bathroom."
"WTF?" Irritation begins setting in. "Buuut...you obviously saw the need...it takes two seconds. Why didn't you just do it since you grabbed the roll anyway?"
"Like I said, I didn't even need to sit down. I blew my nose, put the toilet paper down, and that was it."
Erin now red in the face - kind of irrationally. "What the hell, man? You were the first person to see the need and you use that bathroom more than me. All I'm saying is that it would have taken you two seconds to put the damn roll on the damn thingy. Ooookaaayyy???"
"But I didn't even need to sit down."
Erin flips a pregnancy lid. Curse words fly. Jake looks scared. Erin stomps (literally, stomps) up the stairs. Then, just to make more noise, throws a brush (THROWS A BRUSH) down the stairs. I'm laughing as I write this.
Needless to say, Jake gets it. Even when he doesn't "need to sit," the roll is on there without fail every time. Thanks, Pregnancy Hormones!
To be continued...
3 comments:
Bahaha! I like the trowing of the brush. I use doors... a lot. When I get pissed I "straighten up." I find things to clean or pick up and put away and I make sure that every door I go through gets shut, even if I have to go back in that room, because then I have to open and shut the door again. A little louder each time until I get a response. :D Ahem... pregnant me.
Don't feel bad. I cried like a baby during Pepsi commercials. : )
Hahaha poor Jake! I didn't really get mean hormonal, just weepy. He tried to get a nice birthday present that we could have something in common and I started bawling because I didn't like it. He took it back and got me slippers. :)
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