I was pretty proud of how I'd been handling the Clomid crazies... until tonight. I totally lost it at dinner when I couldn't get my burrito re-wrapped after it came apart. Poor Sylvia, she was struggling to hide the "you can't be serious!" look on her face while simultaneously trying to talk me down.
After we got home (yes, I made her pack up our food right then and there and take it home for us to finish) I apologized. She just looked at me and smiled. I love my tolerant wife!
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