Pregnancy has to be defensible cause for insanity. Really.
The hormones, the fatigue, the fact that I have another person sharing my body (and it is not multiple personality disorder). It is of little wonder that pregnant women are a little 'off'.
Yesterday, I decided I wanted to wear a specific pair of pants. Only those pants would do. Of course, I couldn't find them. So I proceeded to power through the mountain of laundry that was taking over the basement- under the assumption that they would be in there. They weren't.
I was getting nervous. Upset. Distressed. Where were my pants? I needed my pants, darn it!
Yes, I looked in my dresser. They were not there. I looked in my closet- no luck. By then, I was was really annoyed. I glowered. I fussed. I snapped at the kids, the dogs, the cats. I seriously considered buying another pair of pants because I was absolutely sure that there was no way I could make it through the remainder of my pregnancy without them.
My pants were still missing.
I found them today- in my dresser- of course.