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Sometimes, Mark does one of those bloody stupid man things that makes me just want to slap him silly.
Last night, I was awakened from a deep sleep to be prodded as to the whereabouts of spoons.
The spoons, last I checked, live in a drawer, neighbors to the forks. Oh, no, he didn't want that kind, he wanted one of the plastic ones.
So that I didn't have to wash the spoon he made dirty.
Perhaps he did not notice it was 2:38am and I needed to be up for work in less than three hours. No, I suppose he did not. He had been all over the apartment, in the car, etc., can't find the plastic utensils we picked up the other day.
I suggest that maybe they were accidentally put into one of the bags of groceries for his mom. (We do her shopping as well). Sarcastically, I say amid his pissiness, you could call her and find out.
At least someone shared in my 2am misery.
After determining that she does not have said utensils, I again mention that he can use a regular spoon. A ten minute shouting match ensues, which ends with me going out to the car (meaning, I had to get dressed again, dammit) and searching for them. Not there, don't care, wanna sleep.
Get back upstairs and he is now demanding, 'where did you put this, where did you put that?' regarding the groceries. So, going back in my mind, I go over my bagging of the groceries, and determine that I ended up putting the bags on the floor as I was getting done with them because the people in the other lane were hogging the bagging area. It is then decided, most likely, Mark forgot to grab that particular bag when we left the store, or, that the other people perhaps grabbed it on accident. This, oddly, appeases him. I go back to bed, though fairly pissed off.
I make it back to sleep. Dreaming and in my happy place, and I am fairly certain Elrond was there, though I don't know why. I am once again jolted back into reality.
He now wishes to discuss the 'principle of the matter' and is not understanding that at 2:30am when I have to work the next day and he does not, I do not care whether he uses a plastic spoon or a regular one, I just want to sleep.
He decides after riling me up that he too wishes to sleep. So he all snuggles in and turns off the lights. In my pissed off mood, I turn the lights back on and glare at the wall for a good ten minutes amid his comments that I should go to bed and turn off the lights. Easy for him to say, he wasn't woken up twice already.
It's 3:50am. If it were a little later, I would have just gotten up and gone to work. Grudgingly, I turn off the lights.
Fall asleep again. Am woken up by the sensation of not being able to breathe.
Now, he wants to make up and cuddle. Insert your favourite curses ala Zhie here, followed by some shoving and more curses. Am then told 'well, fine, you always want to cuddle and stuff, and now I just won't try anymore'.
Whoa, hold your frickin' horse, buddy. This was followed by a scolding of 'you can make up with me when I am awake again, not when you feel like it 'cause your conscience is bugging you'.
Mark claimed I woke up already due to the cat stepping on my eye. I do not recall this episode, and poor Harley was giving me the 'Sure, I step on you sometimes, but your eye? what sort of bullshit is that?' look from his perch.
Needless to say, I ended up giving in to the aforementined cuddling in order to be able to go to sleep again. Then, woke up late because, surprise surprise, I was fucking tired. Which meant I made it in fifteen minutes late, had to forego a shower (which, anyhow, MMSD was telling everyone not to wash clothes and shower anyhow due to the deep tunnel filling up with rain from the storms over the next few days), and did not have a chance to grab a lunch. This also means that things I expected to get done by coming in early today will not happen, and with half of my staff now gone (they had better rehire at the end of the term, or else this place will go to hell), it's more important for me to get in here an extra half hour early before students arrive.
He's just damn lucky I love him as much as I do. However, his stupid quota for the month has been used up by this incident. I have half a mind to ask mom if she can pick up one of those 10,000 count boxes of plastic spoons from restaurant depot for me next time she has an event.
Well, now I'm in a good, dark mood, and with the rain outside, I'm all set for writing some darkness with that Reach Out fic I started. Doom, doom and despair... okay, just the despair, maybe. Yeah.
grr.. argh... *sigh*
Last night, I was awakened from a deep sleep to be prodded as to the whereabouts of spoons.
The spoons, last I checked, live in a drawer, neighbors to the forks. Oh, no, he didn't want that kind, he wanted one of the plastic ones.
So that I didn't have to wash the spoon he made dirty.
Perhaps he did not notice it was 2:38am and I needed to be up for work in less than three hours. No, I suppose he did not. He had been all over the apartment, in the car, etc., can't find the plastic utensils we picked up the other day.
I suggest that maybe they were accidentally put into one of the bags of groceries for his mom. (We do her shopping as well). Sarcastically, I say amid his pissiness, you could call her and find out.
At least someone shared in my 2am misery.
After determining that she does not have said utensils, I again mention that he can use a regular spoon. A ten minute shouting match ensues, which ends with me going out to the car (meaning, I had to get dressed again, dammit) and searching for them. Not there, don't care, wanna sleep.
Get back upstairs and he is now demanding, 'where did you put this, where did you put that?' regarding the groceries. So, going back in my mind, I go over my bagging of the groceries, and determine that I ended up putting the bags on the floor as I was getting done with them because the people in the other lane were hogging the bagging area. It is then decided, most likely, Mark forgot to grab that particular bag when we left the store, or, that the other people perhaps grabbed it on accident. This, oddly, appeases him. I go back to bed, though fairly pissed off.
I make it back to sleep. Dreaming and in my happy place, and I am fairly certain Elrond was there, though I don't know why. I am once again jolted back into reality.
He now wishes to discuss the 'principle of the matter' and is not understanding that at 2:30am when I have to work the next day and he does not, I do not care whether he uses a plastic spoon or a regular one, I just want to sleep.
He decides after riling me up that he too wishes to sleep. So he all snuggles in and turns off the lights. In my pissed off mood, I turn the lights back on and glare at the wall for a good ten minutes amid his comments that I should go to bed and turn off the lights. Easy for him to say, he wasn't woken up twice already.
It's 3:50am. If it were a little later, I would have just gotten up and gone to work. Grudgingly, I turn off the lights.
Fall asleep again. Am woken up by the sensation of not being able to breathe.
Now, he wants to make up and cuddle. Insert your favourite curses ala Zhie here, followed by some shoving and more curses. Am then told 'well, fine, you always want to cuddle and stuff, and now I just won't try anymore'.
Whoa, hold your frickin' horse, buddy. This was followed by a scolding of 'you can make up with me when I am awake again, not when you feel like it 'cause your conscience is bugging you'.
Mark claimed I woke up already due to the cat stepping on my eye. I do not recall this episode, and poor Harley was giving me the 'Sure, I step on you sometimes, but your eye? what sort of bullshit is that?' look from his perch.
Needless to say, I ended up giving in to the aforementined cuddling in order to be able to go to sleep again. Then, woke up late because, surprise surprise, I was fucking tired. Which meant I made it in fifteen minutes late, had to forego a shower (which, anyhow, MMSD was telling everyone not to wash clothes and shower anyhow due to the deep tunnel filling up with rain from the storms over the next few days), and did not have a chance to grab a lunch. This also means that things I expected to get done by coming in early today will not happen, and with half of my staff now gone (they had better rehire at the end of the term, or else this place will go to hell), it's more important for me to get in here an extra half hour early before students arrive.
He's just damn lucky I love him as much as I do. However, his stupid quota for the month has been used up by this incident. I have half a mind to ask mom if she can pick up one of those 10,000 count boxes of plastic spoons from restaurant depot for me next time she has an event.
Well, now I'm in a good, dark mood, and with the rain outside, I'm all set for writing some darkness with that Reach Out fic I started. Doom, doom and despair... okay, just the despair, maybe. Yeah.
grr.. argh... *sigh*
