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!

Oh and one of the biggest rows I ever had with my brother was because he stole one of my chicken nuggets. We both cried.

I was 15, he was 30.

SDTGisAnEvilWolefGenius - I bet she can Totally Recall what they were

DD finally been declared fit to leave hospital (week in NICU when born so by now 8 days old), talking to Midwife prior to discharge and as I was planning to BF was told no curry. I was inconsolable to the point they paged the on-call obstetrician to me. Lovely Indian lady held me while I cried and pointed out I could have curry if I wanted it. (yes I am a curry addict)

Time after that, dishing up a meal for guests and realise I've not done enough pasta. Total breakdown about what a bad hostess I am while Dh calmly cooked extra!

SDTG if you're pooping to the shop they are the McVities Digestive caramels. Luckily the co-op have had them back in stock since so I have stocked up to get me through what feels like the longest pregnancy ever!

Popping! I'm not suggesting anyone does a poo at the shop.

I would defo cry of I didn't get the much loved meal I was looking forward to..and have done numerous times! And winnie the pooh is a prick.

Went through childrens' stuff in loft recently with grown and flown 'children.'Was devastated to find neither of them l gas ever liked Winnie the Pooh or Beatrix Potter The charity shop did well out of it as I figured neither would read the above to any children they might have (I'm not that keen on them myself to be honest .. )

I was in hospital and heavily pregnant. Having had zero food all day hubbie's offer to go to McDonalds sounded as good as a slap up meal at a Michelin star restaurant at that point.
Now we don't eat fast food that often but when I do it's always Big Mac or a chicken burger - basic stuff. He came back with some weird coated spicy chicken things that between my pregnancy acid indigestion and my lifelong hatred of anything spicy meant that for me they were inedible. He didn't even get me any chips. I sat there sobbing quietly while trying to peel off the coating and nibble the plain chicken underneath thinking how the hell can my partner of 20 years either not care enough or not know me well enough to pick a frigging burger! I don't think I have ever felt quite so pathetically sorry for myself

I cried over a home made rice pudding, was baking away merrily and i was off to bath the two youngest, just needed 5 more mins for the skin to perfect... Dp forgot to take it out the oven and it was burnt and dried out- ugh! First one i had made by myself! Then a week later, he tried to make it better by making me one, i dont think he had made one before- after 2 hours of cooking there was just a blob of yucky uncooked rice/condensed milk - swimming in milky yuck :( i hated him- called him allsorts of nasty unrepeatable names and sobbed to my mum that it was rice pudding and not rocket science :( still upset thinking about it now.

I always want to cry in crowded supermarkets. I hate it when people come at me with trolleys and pushchairs. And food shopping is so utterly tedious, nearly as tedious as putting it all away on return home. I actually did cry a bit in M&S on Sunday but I had been ill so excused...........

I recently sat in the car outside a vair posh solicitor's office and cried my eyes out because I'd caught a Venusaur for myself but the one I tried to catch on DS's phone wasted over thirty of his balls and then ran away (Pokemon Go ). DH just sat there next to me like

Spider
What on earth are you talking about?

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!

I misread this as a nineteenth month old.

I once walked out of Tesco crying because I couldn't open the carrier bags to put my shopping in so YANBU.

Ex made me a coffee on Sunday, as I went to pick it up I caught the handle and knocked it on the floor. The whole cup. I exploded. I threw the cup across the kitchen. I cried. I stamped my feet. I sobbed.

He made me another and put a straw in it, which made me laugh so exploded very thing was right with the world again

I once spent about half a marriage counselling session expressing my disappointment that dh had agreed to cook sweet potato wedges and cooked regular potato wedges without consultation. It was ridiculously upsetting and I felt like an idiot for being upset.

When I was heavily pregnant with my daughter, I reeeallly fancied chocolate, shops were shut and the only chocolate based thing in the house was a packet of angel delight. I made it but I couldn't find my whisk, so had to make it with a fork, it was lumpy as anything, and I ate it whilst sobbing my heart out, while my then DP just boggled at me as he couldn't understand how anyone could get so upset over angel delight

Electronic
what is bacon jam?

Haven't read the full thread, just wanted to add that i've just had macaroni cheese croquettes and they were delicious!

I nearly cried today when I told "butcher" I wanted fillet steak for beef Wellington. He gave me sliced individual steaks and instead of saying I wanted it in one piece I just took it and paid £14. Why am I so pathetic.

I have cried uncontrollably before, when I've come home and found the dogs water bowl is empty!!

You paid £14 for more than one fillet steak?!?!

Did he see you crying and feel sorry for you?

p.s. individual wellingtons are the way to go now.

I was due on, starving, stressed, tired....shit week at work, family shit etc etc.

My treat was to be a beautiful mighty meaty pizza from dominos...that was the little ray of sunshine in my otherwise bleak world, the one thing that would make everything else bearable.

Delivery driver comes. Dh goes to the door, and returns carrying the pizza boxes ON THE FUCKING SIDE! I mean who does that? I ended up with a pile of topping melting on to the box and a slightly tomatoey pizza base.

I wailed.

ON THE FUCKING SIDE! I mean who does that?

I've had DH come home with shopping and he may have bought a lasagna or cottage pie or similar and he's slotted it on end into a bag so everything has obviously sunk to one end. And he wonders why I get annoyed.