Irritation

I don't really feel like I am justified for feeling like this but I'm feeling it nonetheless.

Craig just left for his parents' house to watch the Winter Classic hockey game with his Dad. Both men are to-the-death Boston Bruin fans and the game is in Boston at Fenway Park between Boston and Philly. They've been talking about spending the afternoon together to watch the game for weeks. Craig has so many memories of staying up late as a little kid watching games with his Dad. I love that they're able to share something like hockey together.

But not today. I'm alone with the boys for the afternoon with absolutely nothing to do because everything's closed. I was really hoping we'd be able to take the boys to a free skate sponsored by Tim Horton's until Craig reminded me of the game. So now not only am I waiting to go into labour, I'm waiting for Craig to get home. In some ways I think he should be sitting here with me, suffering alongside me while we hurry up and wait together. I'm just irritated at everything today. It hasn't been taking much to put me into a tizzy so maybe it's better he's not here.

I suddenly realized last night at midnight that it's been 8 years since we became a couple. Yes, he asked me to be his girlfriend in a drunken slur right after midnight 8 years ago. I guess rum does the body good? Boy, a lot has happened in 8 years.