I just laid there looking at the clock, knowing what was coming. And like clockwork around 2:45am it came, the ice pick in the right eye… and I lost it. Literally lost it. I finally told my husband what I had feared all week was really happening. It was happening again. It was a cluster. A total cluster. I then proceeded to cry my eyes out and yell. I know I was laying on the ground at one point and there might have been some throwing of the kitchen piles, or maybe that was a different day. There was some swear-yelling. And there was definitely some swear-yelling at God.