Mr Grumps

Bad moods affect me quite badly.

I was in a really good mood yesterday. Got home, ate a piece of toast so I wasn’t absolutely starving right away which gave me time to curl up on the couch and read my extra good book that I couldn’t put down. I didn’t even want to watch TV coz I was enjoying my book so much. ( for those interested, its Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes ). Nick got home quite early which was nice for a change. Mandy logged on msn so I quickly did dinner and spoke to her while Nick watched the football which worked out perfectly.

Then Bam. Mr Grumps woke up from his nap. So grumpy that he snapped at me when I said I would help him do the dishes at 10:30. I went to bed convinced that I wasn’t gonna let it get to me. He came to bed, said he didn’t see a problem with just relaxing, said Good night, rolled over and im sure had a very pleasant sleep only to be in the shower the next morning singing his good mood for all.

Lets go back to last night while Im still annoyed by it.

Last week, I was down with a cold but continued to make dinner every night where the dishes did not get done. I let him study for his exam and even did the dishes after my sick day to let him study because I was trying to support him. Wednesday, we went out. Thursday, I picked up all the shopping for our Friday dinner, made Thursday and half of Fridays meal and was still left with dishes. Knowing Nick wouldn’t be home right away on Friday, I made dinner for our guests, and did the dishes so we wouldn’t look like pigs. Sat morning, I made my own breakfast, coz Nick wouldn’t do it for me even though I did all the dinner the night before, and I didn’t want to face a messy kitchen, still getting over my cold and hungover. I also prepared the steaks and steamed veg before we went out on Sat night. Sunday night, after getting home from taking Nicks mom out for dinner, I made a deal with Nick saying we could split the dishes which he agreed to. I did my half…..he did a quarter after I had to make him feel bad for not doing them. He wasn’t home on mon night which I saved him dinner and of course last night, I even brought the food to him in the lounge and then ended up having to clear the dishes from the lounge.

This was what started our dish saga.

Theres dishes still there from Friday night. This is the least I ask him to do. I don’t get on his case to take out the garbage & recycling, me and Beth clean the bathroom every other week. Beth does all the floors. I tidy the room (and have started putting his clothes in an IKEA bag in the corner), I do 99% of ALL the dinners including breakfasts (my hunger gets the better of me unfortunately), he'd be quite happy eating dry toast and beans. My standards are obviously higher.

He has the excuse that 1) he works longer hours and 2) he makes more money and pays more towards mortgage and bills so he shouldn’t have to do household chores. Like stepdad, like stepson.

Emotionally blackmail! I feel as if it wouldve been worth it to buy a shitty little flat and pay equal if that’s the way he sees it.

To make matters worse, Nadine at work keeps on coming over to our side of the room complaining at how boring it is over here (because she has to move desks before my boss gets back in 2 days.)

This place is so depressing today. I tried not to let Nicks bad mood get to me and even though last night I didn’t feel it had, this morning I feel like smashing the place up.