It’s been one heck of a weekend. I laughed, I cried, and felt so juvenile all at the same time.

My husband and I had a rough morning on Saturday. We had gotten out of bed with every intention of having a nice day out somewhere with Owen and my cousin. I had a craving for bagels and decided to surprise everyone with a nice additive to the morning meal my husband was busy preparing.

Before I left, he 20-questioned me about where I was going. Not wanting to give away the surprise I told him of the other 2 errands I was going to run. He started complaining that I was wasting gas and that breakfast would be done before I would be done with the errands. I felt so backed into a corner. Then I said, “well, i’m craving something as well, so i’ll brb.” He got even more huffy and then I left the house to run my errand.

Because he was complaining about using gas, I decided to get the bagels and go home. Afterall, as he had mentioned, we could run the other errands when we went out.

I came home and instantly, things were very tense. I don’t remember all of what happened next except breakfast was done, and he was complaining about the bagels.

Then, I got mad and packed mine and Owen’s stuff up for Dave’s mom’s house which happened to be empty this weekend as she had gone up north with her friend.

Finally, I was so upset that I asked him to please see me in the bedroom for a conversation as I was very angry and needed to get this resolved THIS MINUTE.

He came in the bedroom and there was a lot of crying (mostly on my part). Then, we made up.

Anyway, blah blah blah. Right?

Ever since I got pregnant for the second time (found out officially toward the end of April), things have been tense between my hubby and I. Mostly because of money matters. I had been trying so hard to push him to get another job, that I realized I was doing the wrong thing as it seemed to root him to the spot. I was under so much stress that I decided to change MYSELF instead and enroll for college with the hopes of securing a better future for our family. Anyway, that’s the background of our fight. For in all honesty, the bagels were just the straw that broke the camel’s back. We had some pent up issues to deal with at that time.

The rest of the weekend was okay. We had one more tense moment Sunday morning, but I felt too defeated to pursue it. This one was mostly my fault anyway. I was acting like a pregnant pre-madonna. Unlike some women, I truly don’t believe that everything is my husband’s fault and I believe that if something has gone wrong, we both contributed to it.

So, Sunday we spent the day at the beach with our 2 year old. We had a nice family picnic and walked and played the rest of the day! It was so nice! Just spending the day as a family was exactly what we needed to start mending the small cracks.