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I'm mad today.
For starters, I am mad at myself for what I did to Kraymer this morning. I was trying to cut off part of a mat at the base of his neck and I ended up cutting his skin. Not bad, but I added more pain to an already painful site. I put neosporin on it. I am mad at myself. Luckily Kraymer has already forgiven me and moved on, but still. :0( My poor baby. I won't be attempting that again.
Last night R and I had plans to have a spaghetti dinner and go to bed early, if ya catch my drift... Well, he texted me when I got home and said "hey, do you care if I go to a bar to watch the Caps game with my friends? Do you want to meet us?" I wrote back "well right now I am cleaning up your dogs puke so I am going to stay here, but have fun." He offered to come home, I said don't worry about it go have fun. Then he said he wouldn't be late. Cool.
He texted me a few times throughout the night and I made repeated requests for him to bring me home something chocolate. :0). At about ten I was like what's going on? He said the game went into overtime. "Of course it did" I responded. At about ten thirty I sent him a text and was like "Don't forget to take the boys and the garbage out. Night." Then I forwarded him his text saying he wouldn't be out long. I was pissed. He wrote back saying "famous last words". I wrote back "good for you".
I heard him come in later (I would have woken up anyways with two large dogs using me as a spring board) and pretended to be asleep. I knew if I spoke to him venom would spew out of my mouth and I knew it was irrational. *Bleh*
This morning I woke up to a little square of ghiardelli's dark chocolate on my purse. I tossed it aside. Why??? I don't know, but being in my pissy mindframe I was just like oh, I wonder who's purse this came out of... that's why it was tossed. Then I Was thinking about how for the past couple months there has been a flower shortage crisis... and now he can't even buy me stupid chocolate. Which I dunno, maybe you can buy those little things individually, I just don't think ya can. Then the up and coming poorness we are going to share is going to suck. His new mortgage kicks in June 1st, and it's going to be more than a couple thousand a month. Poor dude. That could explain the lack of flowers hey?
So why am I pissy? Why am I not really talkin to him? What did he REALLY do? nothing. I wanted him home last night at a decent hour and he didn't do that. He got caught up being out with his friends, as I DO AS WELL. Why am I pissed off about it?
At least I didn't turn around last night and start spewing crap at him that I would have regretted... I guess that's what I'll stick with for now. I know his (and my own) propensity to get caught up while out. It happens! I need to get over it.
Last night I got a pet sit request which starts on Sunday. She has a cat and she wants me to come to her house twice a day. I usually like cats because I can sleep in and go after work to hang out with them and that's that. But now I have a whole new week of waking up a lot earlier than normal. I hate waking up in the morning, I don't know if I have ever mentioned that.
Anyways, that's my Friday thus far. And now I get to spend a zillion hours at work. Lucky me. I need to get over this anger soon. It's pointless, and I know it's pointless, but it lingers on. Bleh.
last night he went to have a drink with a coworker. at 8 he called saying he was coming home but we're out of milk and bread so he would stop at the store first. at 9:40 i called and told him to come home and screw the milk and bread. i was effing pissed! he got home at 10. "because of traffic." i have no doubt it was the traffic but i was pissed cuz I had to stay dressed the ENTIRE evening because I had to move my car so he could park. MEN!