I’m almost sure he is. Not only that, but my toothpaste too.
He has the tendency to fall asleep during a movie and the menu screen pops up and plays the same theme music over and over again. Very loud mind you.
We both live downstairs in my parents split level house. I have my own enclosed bedroom, while he sleeps on the couch without any real privacy. The place is a sty.
Two nights ago I woke up to the loud repeating theme music playing on the DVD’s title screen. I couldn’t fall back to sleep with it on. So I got up, opened my bedroom door and caught him in the act of “cuddling” his girlfriend. I didn’t care. I went right over to the TV and shut the damn thing off.
Not to mention there’s never any hot water anymore.
I’m sitting here in my stink hole office feeling thankful that my first client never showed. My brain is still on autopilot. I have no time to delve into deep thought. My cheese is sliding off it’s cracker.
But him using my laundry detergent really irks me. I need it to wash sheets everyday. And the other day when I told him I needed to take a shower, he put a load of wash in and set it to warm/cold.
“But there’s no hot water for me!”
“This laundry needs to get done.”
I needed to be at work in an hour.
I switched it on cold/cold the first chance I got. There was no warm water anyway!
I blocked yesterday off so I could focus on my new office. I ran around from one store to the next, and stayed at the new office until 8:30 at night – when my stomach could no longer contain its hunger. And I’m still not done.
I’m so close. Sheets need to go in the cabinets, lotion bottles need to be filled. I need to set up my Kuerig, unroll a rug I bought from Ikea, move a bench from my old office into the new. Mount mirrors in each room, write up a cheat sheet so my employee’s can learn how to book appointments online and oh yeah, hire employee’s.
I can’t do anything while I’m here in this stink hole waiting for clients.
My excitement manifests into frustration whenever I can’t have my way immediately. I have no patience.
And I’m sick on top of everything. My phone won’t stop ringing. Some weird guy just called asking about massages.
My blog will duly suck for the time being. I must end this post.