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chipotle It's been a long weekend. I came home sick on Thursday with some stomach virus thing, and stayed home on Friday as well. I did a little unpacking, but not much...I was just too exhausted. I made the mistake of agreeing to dog sit for a coworker. Originally, it was supposed to be Friday night. I had told her that I was going to be at a stamp class all day on Saturday, and she still wanted me to come. So I agreed. I thought it'd be nice to have the extra money. On Wednesday, she tells me she'll be gone thru Monday afternoon, and I wasn't very happy about that, but didn't feel I could back out on her two days before she was to leave. I felt stuck. This caused a huge fight with Artboy. Why it even mattered since I was sick, I'm not sure. But it turned out not to be the real issue. Despite him saying that he appreciated all the work I'd been doing all week, Friday night, he told me he felt like he had been doing all the work. I told him that wasn't fair--that i had been working very hard all week. And he backtracked and said he appreciated all I had done. But what it came down to was he felt he was doing more than his fair share of the unpacking. I couldn't talk to him after that. He called later and asked me what all I had done. So i went off on him. I told him that I'd start working from the time I got home at 5pm until about 10:30-11pm. I told him I'd been unpacking all the kitchen stuff, washing all of the dishes, in the dishwasher and by hand. I'd been doing all of the laundry because my clothes have been packed in a plastic storage bin and smell. Doing all the linens, towels, etc. And he stopped me and said that he was sorry. That he didn't realize. That he was just afraid that I didn't care that things are messy, despite my saying otherwise. It's driving me crazy, but you can only do so much. I told him he needed to have more faith in me. And I pointed out that I can't unpack my books--I don't yet have a book shelf. I can't unpack my bathroom stuff because the board under my bathroom is sagging, so nothing will stay upright. Can't unpack that until we fix it. And all I have left are my clothes. Stamp class was cancelled yesterday, but I spent the day with Artboy, running errands. We got a new smaller storage unit, to put his clay and the christmas ornaments. That will remove alot of boxes. He was very apologetic yesterday, but I'm not completely over it yet. I am so hurt. I was washing more of the dishes yesterday before he woke up and I kept thinking, "Why am I bothering? It's not going to matter." I fear that no matter what I do, it won't be enough. I chatted with my best friend about it last night and she pointed out that we're both stressed out and that it will take awhile for us to adjust. We're both tired. That we'll be fine. I hope so. |