Grumpy retail therapy

Today didn't start out great for my mood. It did get better eventually. I expected husband to be home by the time we got up and he wasn't. Turned out, he had a flat tire (something I could've foreseen happening but who listens to their wife?) and he bought some new tires. He was supposed to go with his friend to put in some plumbing at my mom's, which he STILL hadn't gotten done when I called him to find out where the hell he was. Eventually, I called him again, only to find out he was eating and still not at my mom's. The more time that goes by, the more annoyed I'm becoming. I'm hungry and that makes me grouchy. I wanted a pizza and don't like to drive by myself to the neighborhood in which said pizza makes it's home. I'm also becoming frustrated as I look around my house and see all the things I need done that he keeps promising to get around to and never does. I'm sitting there feeling pretty unimportant to him. I've been pregnant for nine months now, and there are things I've been asking him to do since I found out I was pregnant. (pull up the carpet in the bedroom for starters) I'm basically thinking when someone else asks for help with their stuff, he jumps and when I ask, he puts it off. The next time I talked to him I was not pleasant. I took a shower and decided if he still wasn't home by the time I was done, then I was heading out to the mall for a little while.... and I ended up at the mall. I felt better after me and Jasmine found some sales (for Xmas shopping for her tomorrow... she's young enough that she just thought she won the lottery and got to look at toys for an hour, not that mommy was making a list) and I had some much needed coffee in my blood stream. Husband finally made it home around 10:30pm. I was like whatever, I'm starving, get me food and we'll be good again. ;) He did get an ear full about the lack of effort he's been putting in around here however.

Tomorrow we'll be dropping Jasmine off at my mom's house so we can do her Christmas shopping. It'll be the first time she's been apart from both us in six months or even more. It seems like I left her at my mom's once during the summer but I'm not sure. I've tried preparing her as best I can. I started off for a few hours telling her we'd be going to grandma's tomorrow and eventually, she knew she'd be staying at grandma's while mommy and daddy went out and bought her stuff for xmas. Let's hope she doesn't freak out. It's difficult for me to leave and enjoy any part of my day if she's crying when I leave her.