Crying at Macaroni Cheese No-Show

[Moonbear10]

I sound like a loon, I know, but I was meant to be having macaroni cheese for dinner tonight and it didn't happen. I got unreasonably emotional and had to go upstairs to cry about it.
Please make me feel better with your stories of inexplicable grief at ridiculous things!

I bit my tongue once (I was 40 wks pregnant) and it hurt so much I cried. Proper sobbed my eyes out. My DH gently reminded me I was going to go through childbirth soon, and might need to toughen up a bit!

When doing IVF I got OHSS so was quite bloated. I had a meltdown because I had nothing to wear. I'm sure there was something, but I was convinced I would have to live in my dressing gown forever. DH must have talked me down and dragged me off to H&M. I remember saying to someone months later how IVF had been fine, and the hormones hadn't affected me at all. DH quite rightly gave me this look

I can easily believe how many of these are hormone related.

My DH sometimes makes fresh veg stock from veggies that need using, and he went through a phase of serving it for dinner with bread. After the third time of this torture, I couldn't not cry. He doesn't do it anymore.

Disappointing food is THE WORST thing in the universe.

Oh and iv cried .... really cried snotty cry once because my bread was to big to fit in the toaster.

Id had a rough day, had kept it together all day... went to make some toast que huge sobbimg down the phome to my best mate because it was too big and i had to cut the sides off.

I cried when I when I pregnant the evening DH and I had decided to get a takeaway. I really really wanted Chinese, turns out for some inexplicable reason all the Chinese restaurants round here are closed on a Monday. I sat and cried proper tears, poor DH was most bemused as I hadn't done anything like it in my first pregnancy. Lovely man tried to calm me down with me wailing I didn't want anything else then just went out and got a different takeaway that I enjoyed, I cheered up as I was eating it.

I cried because my burrito driver (Deliveroo) got run over, and then my replacement burrito went missing, and they closed before I could order a third. It was a combination of hanger and then feeling guilty because I was just hungry and some poor man was in hospital.

I was travelling with my Chinese bf to meet his family and was very overwhelmed. They culturally stuff you with food and I didn't have much of an appetite anyway because of the heat and also being travel constipated.

I tried to go to the bathroom to have a minute on my own and not burst into tears at the table under the pressure, but lovely granny walked me in there and then stood outside the door waiting for me. sigh. no tears and no successful toileting.

Went back to the table and let tears slide down my face silently until we could escape.

This happened to my friend rather than to me , when we were living in a student house. She'd spent a good hour making a perfect jacket potato and salad. She was just carrying into the front room to eat it when the landlord threw a mattress down the stairs onto her dinner.

To be fair, she was very dignified in her responses to idiot landlord, but she was understandably furious!

I remember being around 10 and accidentally snapping the ring pull off a can of coke so that there was no bit left to open it with (the old-fashioned kind of ring pull - this wouldn't happen these days). Only solution is to use a tin opener, but we were out for the day so didn't have one.

I cried and cried. We weren't normally allowed coke, and I was looking forward to it so much. There my coke was, but with no way of getting to it!

I would have cried if anyone had served up macaroni cheese for tea. It is foul, evil stuff that smells like the devil's backside. Yuk.

DH and I stayed in a hotel for one night after we got married, on the way to our honeymoon some 7 hours drive away.

Only when we arrived the restaurant was shut for a wedding (oh the irony) there was not a single vegetarian dish on the menu for room service, and they refused to cook anything off menu. We were knackered and miles from anywhere - it was a country house hotel.

I sat in the bath eating a sad little tray of fruit, with full wedding hair and makeup slowly collapsing as I wept solidly for about an hour and DH sat in the bedroom occasionally asking if there was anything he could get me. There wasn't.

I meal plan each week, and the Christmas meal plan is carefully done so that once I have done Christmas dinner, the next couple of days are nice and easy, so I can laze on th sofa, watching Christmas TV.

Three years ago, the meal planned for the day after Boxing Day was the left over goose (from the Christmas Day roast), fried in a sticky marinade of honey, soy sauce and five-spice - but when I went to the kitchen to make it, the bowl of left over goose meat was half empty!

After a brief, but intense interrogation, it turned out that ds2 (then aged 19 and a half - so old enough to know better), had had a delicious cold roast goose sandwich for his lunch - and I completely lost the plot!

There were awful snotty tears and lots of wailing about how there was now NOTHING for tea. Ds2 beat a hasty and tactical retreat, whilst dh calmed me down and pointed out that we had plenty of cold gammon and salad left, so we weren't going to starve. He then made tea, whilst I snivelled in the front room.

I actually have pretty much the same meal plan each year - with roast goose for Christmas day, cold roast gammon on Boxing Day and the sticky Asian goose the next day. Each year, since Goose-gate, ds3 has 'joked' about having cold roast goose sandwich - and has withered under my glare!

I cried and shouted in Pizza Hut when I was 7 months pregnant, because there wasn't much pepperoni on the pizza.

I was really hungry tbf

i cried and cried when dh phoned me to say there were no tesco finest lemon curd yogurts in tesco...but not until I had had the most appalling tantrum...full of squeaking and coughing and wheezing and hot tears of temper. In my defence I had been ill with the flu and a chest infection for ten days and it was the only thing I could face
He did find them in the end, cos he was looking in the wrong place to start with.

And a non food related one....walking the dogs in the dunes at the back of the beach on a frosty frosty day, late afternoon, with a gorgeous sunset, and I got a picture of my lovely dogboys, all sunset, silhouettes and ethereal frosty looking....when I looked at it on the camera it was all very "don't go into the light" I wept all the way home, and when I got home dd was there and could see I had been crying and it set me off all over again as I had to show her the picture
I am a bit choked up even thinking about it. :(

sdtg ...I love that goose story! I feel your fury.... I have starving teens of my own and often have missed things from the fridge.

queenc81 I hope you LTB

I called my dp on 3 separate occasions whilst pregnant, hysterical because my sat nav holder had fallen off and I couldn't get it back on. He was at work and his boss could hear me wailing down the phone "I CAN'T DO IT, I JUST CAN'T, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I AM STUCK HERE FOREVER" etc

I cried and hugged the guy in charge of the gym class as i felt dizzy....hmmmm
Turns out i had period and a bad case of tonsilitis coming on!

I cried today as DP and I have been having a rough few months but things seemed to be getting back on track, until I found out this morning that he's been fucking an ex-colleague for a while.

QuimReaper it's on the top of my arm. Nowhere rude

I cried on my 30th birthday meal out, I was about 36 weeks pregnant and so not drinking but I was really looking forward to pudding.

I'm a fussy cow and the only puddings I really like are chocolate cake related. DP booked the restaurant and he explained to them how I hated creamy poncey puddings but could he order a massive chocolate cake. Of course, no problem sir. He rang several times in the run up to the meal about various things and also checked if the chocolate cake was still all on, yes yes of course.

My 30th duly arrived and after a nice dinner I looked up expectantly as the lights dimmed and my cake arrived to see... A strawberry pavlova.

I was blubbing like a loony. And even worse, DP was quite rightly getting a bit shirty with the restaurant staff over the mistake after all the assurances a chocolate cake would be forthcoming on the night. And then all my friends started having a go at DP for being a meanie and that the pavlova looked lovely and stop making a scene on Puppy's 30th. And that made me even worse

@NerrSnerr - for future reference, which are the biscuits you were craving - so we can remember them for you (wholesale).

Several years ago I cried when DH dropped a baked Camembert cheese on the floor and it couldn't be saved. There followed a horrible exchange where he was like "are you seriously crying about dropped cheese?!" and I was like

"yes no! I'm crying because this just sums up your lack of care about my cheese feelings, you knew how much I was looking forward to that cheese a nice evening tonight but you couldn't take that bit of extra care could you? No!"

We were watching Dave Gorman at the time and do you know, we've never been able to watch him since. Sorry Dave

I've felt like crying all after noon as my eleven year old took some of my birthday cake without asking and this comes after he opened and ate half my big tub of heroes without asking, took my last pack of monster munch with out asking and two thirds of dh fruit pastilles. If I hadn't have wanted a break from him I'd have dragged him home from his sleep over.

Dh is making tea. I told him not to tell me what he was making but if he was making anything mash related I wanted cheese sauce on it. He told me what he was making. Grr. I shouted I wanted all the cheese in the house in the dinner and DS came running to ask if I needed a cuddle. I've earned dh there may be tears tonight.

I made a scrummy lamb curry with expensive leftover joint, bit of rice and a veg curry for (non meat eating) DH it was a sat night so were eating off trays instead of at the table, delivered his to him went for mine and the tray tipped, plate smashed on the hall carpet... curry everywhere and unusually for me I had actually managed to just make enough with no leftovers, i am afraid I cried. the carpet took several scrubs to remove the mess which made me cry all over again every time I cleaned it a bowl of cereal just did not match up to the curry I was salivating for.