Seriously...if I smell one more SMELL!

Ok, so you know how I posted yesterday about feeling good and waiting for the violent mood changes to occur? Yeah, well apparantly I jinxed myself. STUPID! So last night, H and I had BLT's for dinner. Oh yummy. The bacon smelled so good while it was cooking. I lit a candle in the kitchen because that usually alleviates the smell for me.
Now- you would think that when we had bacon on Sunday for breakfast and I made Will open the window because the smell was so overwhelming, that I might have realized bacon wasn't such a great plan.
But back to last night. We make and eat dinner. I sit down and watch TV for a little bit, waiting for the laundry to dry so I can fold it. I didn't feel all that fabulous, but it was manageable. I was watching the Food Network, which I enjoy, but apparently my TV time was over at 8:30- H decided to switch to football. But it switched it back to my show on commercials. Gee, how thoughtful. And then it hit me. I was going to puke. It was the bacon smell wafting in from the kitchen. Oh, it's horrible. I can't smell my favorite Harvest Yankee Candle- I can only smell gross, disgusting, sickening bacon. I complain to H. He just replies that it smells good.
No, you crazy insane man, it does NOT smell good. After suffering for a few minutes, I get up and spray the entire upstairs with air freshener. Well, now it smells like flowers and H complains. Then he says "weren't you going to get laundry?" Ass! He comes down and gets the laundry basket and I switch the loads. When I come back upstairs, he has pulled out his work clothes and left the rest of the basket for me. Yay. Then he goes on to ask me all snottily why I put so much in the dryer- now his work clothes are all wrinkly.
I start folding the laundry and his remark starts to get to me- so I start to cry. He's sitting five feet away from me and doesn't even notice that I'm crying. So I finish folding the laundry and decide to go take a bath- I need a little alone time so I can have my little emotional breakdown. I get in and what happens? Oh, H comes in the bathroom. I tell him that I need some time alone so I can have my little moment. And he wants to know what's wrong. So I tell him that I suck. I can't even do laundry right. And he says that I just put too much in the dryer. Yes- we've established that, thank you. I don't want to know the reason, I just want you to tell me it's ok. It's laundry- I know it's not a big deal. But I needed to hear it right then at that moment.
So he leaves, and I cry more. I calm down and dry off-after finding my towel that the dog dragged off when H was in the bathroom. I get some ice cream and sit next to H while he's watching football. There's a play and he comments on it- so I asked him a question. And he didn't answer. Not only did he not answer- he didn't even hear me. So I leave the room. I get all ready for bed and he comes in and starts bugging me- what's wrong what's wrong. So I tell him and he says he never heard me. I know that, jerkface. So- after awhile he comes to bed and apologizes.

I just seriously could not believe the emotional rollercoaster last night. Everytime I calmed down, something else happened. I allowed things that don't bother me to really get to me. I don't know- I'm sure we'll talk more about it when he gets home, but come on man! Get a clue. Alright. Rant over.