Ok, so maybe "rage" is a bit of an overstatement. But, seriously, I am *thisclose* to telling DH to shut up!
I told him I'm feeling cranky and instead of just keeping to his side of the couch, he's trying to make me laugh and snuggling with me. I just told him I could feel is breath on my shoulder and if he didn't move I was going to flick him. Who am I?!?!
I normally find it endearing when he makes up little songs, but tonight's musical narration of hard-boiling eggs and preparing his lunch for tomorrow has me ready to run for the duct tape.
Please tell me this is normal and, most importantly, won't last!