A combination of pregnancy hormones, a 14 month old's sudden penchant for crying and evening arrival times of 7:30 for B Daddy (8:45 on Friday night!) had me in tears by the end of each long day on Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday/Friday and Saturday.
On top of all that - no eggs from the girls. Seriously. Two weeks in to the Great Chicken Experiment and these moochers have not laid a single egg.
AND... to add insult to injury - on Saturday morning I was feeling extremely Betty Crockeresque (in spite of my fragile emotional state!) and decided to make blueberry pancakes for the men in the house. Upon searching the refrigerator I realized I had one measly Store Bought Egg left...and of course two were required for my recipe. If looks could kill we'd have had a nice roast chicken for dinner Saturday night.