I hate that little things make me lose my mind lately.
Like just now, putting the sheet pan into the oven with sliced garlic bread and chicken nuggets on it, and I hit the edge just right and the entire tray tipped into the oven and across the door.
And I lost it.
None of it even hit the floor, and it was all salvageable within a minute, but I still lost it. I slammed the pan down, slammed the oven door, etc.
I hate being like this, never knowing what is going to set me off.
I blame it on sleep-deprivation.
Again, it’s a good thing Owen is cute and worth it. š