I’m irritated

I’m still feeling irritated and moody over the way the husband asked me to not have counselling at the house. I really didn’t mind and offered him two options, either to bring it forward so that hubby wasn’t out so late, or to have counselling elsewhere.

It was way he complained at me “I don’t see why I should have to go out of my home blah blah” that got on my tits. And I am afraid that I have been acting out this irritation. Yesterday I worked from home because I didn’t see why I should lose an hour of my day in commuting when I can work from home. And then today he asked if I’d get his meds from the chemist. He said that he “saw the face I pulled”. I probably did pull a face.

I guess this is something else we need to talk about.

He’s irritated

On Tuesday, after counselling, he asked if it was a tough session and I said that “I’d tell him tomorrow”. Well, that tomorrow came and hubby had stomach ache, so I didn’t say anything. Actually, I’d hoped for us to go out and talk.

His attitude is that we could have talked anyway. Maybe I should have checked out with him whether he felt up to talking. This is a common mistake I make: just because I wouldn’t feel like telling if I was feeling ill, I assume that he won’t.

We might end up talking this evening. I’m not feeling good about it and am struggling to get up and am lacking energy.

Chocosalary

We’ve just delivered our first major drop of a long running (and long overdue) project.

The Powers at the office have rewarded me with some chocolate. I messaged the boss and said “thank you! I think that you know me very well!”.

Little tokens of appreciation like this go a long way. I think taking a second out of the day to say “thank you” also goes a long way.