but sometimes he makes me crazy.
He got home yesterday around five o’clock. Brings his stuff in, hits the bathroom, then unpacks. Comes back to the office and plops his ass down in front of his monitor. Around six thirty, he asks “what’s for dinner?”
I’d been cleaning all day. Vacuumed the cat trees, the floors and ran the Scooba. Washed the loveseat covers.
I said “Arby’s?”, to which he said “no” without hesitation. I ended up burning a can of refried beans, opened another one, heated that and we had tortilla chips and refried beans. Great dinner.
He shut down the computer around 9:30, went and laid on the loveseat. Then he went to bed.
I got up first, fed KittyMeeze, tried out the new coffeemaker (did I mention I broke my old Melitta last week?), he got out of bed around seven. We had cereal for breakfast, he took all of his vitamins, then took a shower. I made his lunch.
I turned off the television, came back to the office and started up WMP and have my nice soothing music playing throughout the house. I’m relaxed.
He comes back to the office, sees that during the night some cat(s) peed all over his side of the desk. Starts working to clean it all up. He can be such a drama queen. He tossed out stuff that’s been sitting there for weeks. He asked me “what’s this? Do you need it?” about the printer manual for his printer at the shop that I installed last year. I said “that’s the manual for your printer that I gave to you last year to put with the printer”. He took that. Then there was a cardboard box from American Express. “What’s this?” That’s the yearly planner you got from Amex. He threw it out.
I just sat here, put my elbows on my desk and covered my face with my hands, trying to block him out. I actually found myself wishing he’d stayed gone for another couple of days.