Tough Skin

I consider myself a pretty tough chick.  Don’t get me wrong I cry at movies and for frilly girly stuff but my feelings don’t necessarily get hurt easily. I am usually the one giving advice to my friends and family to toughen up. I get angry before I get sad or hurt.

But here’s the thing, lately I have been having complete emotional breakdowns over the weirdest things.  Just this morning I was bawling over a pot.  Let me explain. When I got pregnant we decided we needed a bigger place, so we moved a month ago today.  In my excitement I decided I wanted to get rid of all my old stuff and get new stuff – for the baby of course!  So I gave away all my furniture, pots, pans, etc. I have been in total redecorating mode.

One of the things I’ve been really excited about was getting new pots.  I’m talking professional, expensive you don’t have to use a scrubber pots.  So that’s what I did.  I brought a top of the line Calphalon, stainless steel pot set. And let me tell you these pots are worth every penny I spent on them. I am so proud of my pots. They cook great, they clean easy and they are so shiny and pretty. They make you want to cook.

Well, this morning my husband burned one of my pots.  And I mean burned, had the fire detector going off and everything.  My heart dropped.  The poor pot has a huge black burn in it stretching vertically from top to bottom.  I wanted to take the pot and hit him over the head with it.  I was so angry. I just went in my room and slammed the door. When he came and apologized I shrugged it off, but when he left for work this morning I went in the kitchen and started scrubbing the pot with every once of strength I had. But the burn wouldn’t come out. That’s when I broke. I had a total meltdown.  I cried so hard my dog started crying with me. It was a total mess.

These are great pots and I haven’t even had them a month and now one is ruined. Did I mention it’s a set, I guess I can go buy a replacement of that one pot, but it’s still annoying. I am totally prepared to blame the meltdown on me being pregnant. However, pregnant or not I would’ve been upset, but the tears and sobbing – totally the babies fault. I mean come on I have tough skin!


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