You know what's awesome?
It's awesome when you're not all that upset over something. And so you start recounting it to your husband, and as you recount it, you start getting upset. In fact, you get really upset. And by the time you're done, you're really, really upset over this situation that honestly didn't bother you all that much ten minutes ago. And there you are, fulfilling every bad stereotype about women and convincing your baffled husband that you're totally crazy and/or care far too much about coupon specials.
For some reason this inevitably happens to me on Fridays.
Also fun: forgetting you have a third child until you're halfway across the parking lot.
Also fun: when you suspect that a neighbourhood child isn't allowed to play at your house.
Possibly because her mother is convinced I'm a crazy person. Just like my husband.