Mof-stok frustrations

Played one of the most frustrating hockey matches ever last night.

First of all it was at 8:30pm. Who wants to run around an astro turf at 8:30 at night? Maybe I'm getting old, but normally I like to be relaxing with glass of wine ust after dinner at 8:30pm on a Wednesday night.
Second of all, C was pissed at me before I even left cos she new I would wake her up when I got home, which means she would be tired today and not able to function well. She was up when I got home, but I still needed to shower and have dinner and cool down before going to bed. She kindly left the light on, but that kept her awake so by the time I eventually got to bed quite late, she was EXTREMELY pissed off. ALL my fault obviously.
Thirdly, the team I play for in Summer League are a bunch of retards and spaz's. And that results in me playing just like them... I even had a freshy right in front of the goals... SPAZ...
Fourthly, I didn't stay for a pot so that I could get home while C was awake and therefore not wake her up... so much for that plan. Have you any idea what it's like to have a tired pregnant woman attack you for not actually having done anything other than quietly get into bed...
Fifthly (such a word??), she was even MORE pissed off and tired when I woke her up with her morning Rooibos tea, and her day just got worse...

All cos of a late hockey match. Now I have been banned to the spareroom when I play sport late... Might just have to move there permanently...

So C's day was sh!t. She was tired and headachey. Poor thing had to leave work early. Was able to make the last sale at some boutique store, but couldn't handle work.

I am not going to even attempt to understand the emotional rollercoaster she is going through. Suffice it to say, I am now permanently in sh!t and will just have to deal with it and support her. By the sounds of things, it only gets worse.

But damn its worth it. Just seeing that little bump melts my heart....