I did go manic. Well, at least hypo. I got all kinds of energy, got a shit load of stuff done, was really talkative, and overly friendly. It’s kind of still there, though not as pronounced as it was on Friday. I think being manic is the only thing that got me through the weekend.
When I got home on Friday it was weird. Ok, but weird. We did the usual thing and then went out for dinner. When we got home I was still revved up so we had sex again. That was kind of nice. Since Josh is almost 40 and in kind of poor health it’s very rare for me to get it twice in one day. Anyway, he started drinking and we had an ok evening.
Saturday morning when it was time to get him up we had a huge fucking battle. He hadn’t slept good apparently and didn’t want to get out of bed. Terrible fight. We finally got things worked out in time to go get the kid. After we picked her up we went and had lunch and then went to the grocery store. We went home and she wanted to make jewelry so I drug out all of that stuff. I worked on Gemma’s gift and spent some time winding my new yarn. My mom came home and we all went out shopping for a bit. Mom decided she wants a pair of knit socks for Mother’s Day so I had to get yarn.
It’s a ribbed tube sock. So fucking boring. The colors aren’t even that great. She loves it. Whatever.
So now I have to get a pair of socks done for her by May and Gemma’s gift by May 5. I’m working on the sock at home and the other at work. I’m hoping I’ll have enough time to get it all done. And then maybe I’ll have time to go back to my shawl.
Anyway, Saturday night wasn’t too bad. We went to bed around 10. Josh apparently didn’t fall asleep until 3am, which of course I didn’t find out until I tried to wake him up Sunday morning. Queue another fight. I finally got him up and we went for breakfast and then out to the book store. I had a couple of gift cards I wanted to use. We ended up getting a couple of magazines, a beading book, and a kit to make paper flowers. We spent the rest of the afternoon just kind of hanging out doing craft stuff.
Josh took the kid home and I kicked it into high gear. I got the sheets changed, the bed made, all of the laundry folded and put away, and the house picked up. It’s amazing what I can get done when there’s no one in the way.
Yesterday afternoon he asked if maybe it would be ok for him to have some beer – he said he was very nervous about sleeping since he started the new job this morning. I went and got him 2 beers and told him that should be plenty. At 9 last night he came whining to me that he was out of beer and still fully awake, so couldn’t he please have some of my whiskey. I poured him a small glass and then I fell asleep. I’m not sure when he fell asleep but I woke up at 12:30 when he rolled out of the bed. Not sure how long he stayed on the floor but he was in bed when I woke up this morning. I damn near couldn’t get him to wake up. I had to get up and turn all of the lights on and threaten him with physical violence. He finally made it out of the house and amazingly enough made it there on time.
This morning so far I’ve had one very productive meeting, paid my bills, placed an ad in the paper for our garage sale, and gotten thoroughly pissed off at Josh.
He started the new job today so he has no idea what the new routines will be. He sent me some completely random messages and wasn’t responding to anything I sent. I am well and truly pissed off.
Oh wait, it gets better. He called on his lunch – at 10:30 – and talked to me for FIVE MINUTES before telling me that he had to go. Dude, WHATEVER. I am so done with this bullshit.