Have you ever found yourself hangry? Chances are, if you're a woman, you have.
I was guilty of this last night. My poor husband took the brunt of my condition.
I was exhausted from vacuuming, mopping and cleaning two bathrooms. I was out grocery shopping, while hungry, which is a deadly combination, when I got home to two overjoyed puppies. Jumping, nipping, and underfoot dogs while you're making your way to the kitchen with hands full is another deadly combination. As I was walking, Daisy managed to put one of her little paws under my foot...a split-second before my foot landed on the floor.
What ensued was a shocking, and piercing yelp that made both my husband and I jump...even with the TV at a high volume. My husband, having been out of sorts and in a mental faze all day, yelled at me,
"What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks, honey?!"
(Please note: we use full-fledged language around here.)
Not only was I hungry, tired, AND annoyed at the dogs for making my entry into the house difficult, but now I also had my husband yelling at me, too. Enter, HANGRY. Yes, hangry. The worst kind of anger. Hunger causing a negative change in emotional state; and in my case, the jitters from too much coffee. Had you been a fly on the wall, you would have seen Medusa emerging from the kitchen in all her snake-head glory.
Medusa let it all out for me. She even took over my classically-trained pipes and lungs and made me yell as loudly as when I sang opera in recital halls in college. My husband looked at me with wide eyes full of shock. Even I was a little shocked at how I reacted. Hangry. Freakin' hangry. Not my proudest moment. Medusa, you are no longer welcome at my home.
We made up, of course. He admitted he was also hangry when he lashed out at me. And I made it up to my husband by making homemade pesto chicken and pasta for dinner.
Have you ever been hangry? Please tell me below so I don't feel so bad!
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