Last night, just as I'd settled the dog down in the bedroom and was drifting off to sleep, Adam came in from a night out clanging and banging almost anything he could manage to clang and bang. He wandered into the bedroom, turned on the light and took the dog downstairs. To top it off, he then came to bed and allowed the dog to jump on the bed and smother me.
Needless to say, I ended up in the spare room. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of things but boy was I livid, especially as I'd warned him that afternoon. He's at work now and I haven't spoken with him much today.
Just to further cement myself as a crotchety old man, I've been shouting at children all day. They sometimes kick the ball full pelt at the fence, which usually I don't mind too much as they're only playing but when you hear it a thousand times a day, vibrating along the length of the house, it starts to get to you. I'm slowly working through making my feelings known to each group of kids so I'm sure they'll end up getting the message soon.
Other than that, I've wasted the day lounging around watching horror films as I get no time to myself these days. I work 9-5 five days a week and by the time I get home around 5:45, sort myself out, feed the dog, walk the dog, shower, do chores and ready my lunch for the next day, there really isn't much time left for anything else. Adam doesn't understand why I'm so snappy when he tries to dictate what we're doing each weekend or whenever he leaves me a list of things to do but I guess everything is starting to get on top of me. It's never important, urgent stuff either; I mean, I don't mind doing those things. I don't know how single parent families manage, I really don't but I do know that I have a great deal of respect for them.
Wow, listen to me becoming one of those people whom I'd always vowed never to be. Life can be a cunning little bitch sometimes can't she?