Why do Mondays

Suck?

I swear, I woke up and the day just started sucking bigtime. The husband aka He Who Thinks his Shit Don't Stink got up at 7:20 a.m., and started a fuckin fuss. I had been up since 4:30. Yeah I hate waking up anywhere between 4 and 6, because when 6 rolls around and my alarm clock goes off, I always end up turning it off and falling back to sleep instantly. I hate that.

So yeah about the man. He gets up, all belligerent because I didn't get him up early enough. WHATEVER buddy! I had been repeatedly trying to wake his ass (and the rest of him as well) up every 5-10 minutes since 6:30.
So we get into a huge argument...He's about to leave... I refused to speak to him, give him a kiss or anything, but then I felt bad to keep the shitstorm going. Believe me..if it was something actually worth fighting over I'd have kept it up. I'm not one of those shrinking down in the corner, bawling like a baby sissy girls. Never have been, never will. Though I do know when to keep going, or if it's just worth more to just cut it out right then and there.

So we kissed and made up, and he went off to work.
Yeah I was still mad as a bull. I'm thinking.. Here I am, getting up at 6 every morning to make sure he doesn't sleep in. I don't have to do it, but I certainly don't feel like laying in bed trying to sleep and the alarm going off in my friggin ear (he either doesn't hear it, or chooses not to).. so I just get up, make my coffee and then wake the bear from hibernation. It's just so much easier that way.
But yeah, my point is...that I'm nice enough to do that for him, get him up, make his lunch and all....and he either A) Can't get up when I get up, or soon after, or B) Not be such an ass when he does finally get up 45 minutes later than he needs to.

He called me about an hour after getting to work and we just chit chatted..but by then I had calmed down almost completely and was fine.

The rest of the day didn't really suck any less though. It was nice and cool outside, but this place holds the heat...so in between playing on the computer I was cleaning the house and I HATE sweating. It just feels so yucky.
The heat in turn put me to sleep, and I woke up even sweatier....GRRR!

Sooo...now that everything from dinner is all cleaned up, and all that fun shit, it's time for me to go sit in front of the tv and just chill with He Who Has Made it Back into My Good Books!

posted by Donna at 8/14/2006 09:33:00 p.m.