About 2 yesterday afternoon, DBF got up and went into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and peered in for a few seconds. After a bit, he grabbed a new bag of chips, the Baked Ruffles sour cream and cheddar, my favorite.
I immediately felt an urge to start yelling at him to put my frakkin' chips down. But I tried to suppress it and instead asked him to take what he wanted and leave the bag in the kitchen (so I wouldn't end up eating them too when I wasn't even hungry).
I may have gotten a bit passive aggressive when he grabbed yet another bowl out of the cabinet to put the chips in. (Seriously, I've never known a man to dirty as many dishes as he does in one day. He goes through at least 3-4 cups every day!) But I did try to keep reminding myself that they're just chips, and he can have some if he wants them. I can always get more in the store.
But then his chomping started to drive me crazy. So I had to leave the room until he was done, otherwise I would've blown my stack. And I luckily avoided an argument.
It may be about to be that time of the month. But this is not because of PMS. It's not.
Dammit, I can be in denial if I want to be.