Oh Megan, I think we've all had that breakdown over something. It's so hard but so good to get it out of the way to move on. *hugs* I know that feel, bro.
Wow, you found a man smart enough not to be an asshole when you're having a breakdown? I just dumped one for this very reason. I'm losing it, and he has to be an ASSHOLE!
Oh God, I suspect everyone who cooks on a regular basis has had at least one everything-is-going-wrong-and-it's-way-too-fucking-late kitchen breakdown.
My last one was a couple of years ago when I volunteered to bring a quiche to work for someone's birthday, forgot about it until the night before, and -- due to repeated fuckups -- ended up staying up way past midnight cooking the bastard.
My husband meekly peeked in at one point and made the eminently reasonable suggestion of packing it in, going to bed, and picking up something at the store in the morning. In my short-sighted perfectionist martyr state -- I am always in this state before a kitchen breakdown -- I was all, "No I am not BUYING a quiche you dummy, I said I would MAKE a quiche and I will goddamn well do so even if it motherfucking kills me." As if anyone but me cared that that the quiche was homemade. Dear lord.
My last one was a couple of years ago when I volunteered to bring a quiche to work for someone's birthday, forgot about it until the night before, and -- due to repeated fuckups -- ended up staying up way past midnight cooking the bastard.
My husband meekly peeked in at one point and made the eminently reasonable suggestion of packing it in, going to bed, and picking up something at the store in the morning. In my short-sighted perfectionist martyr state -- I am always in this state before a kitchen breakdown -- I was all, "No I am not BUYING a quiche you dummy, I said I would MAKE a quiche and I will goddamn well do so even if it motherfucking kills me." As if anyone but me cared that that the quiche was homemade. Dear lord.