I am certain that I am to blame and I am a mess. This morning my husband said I was annoying and I was grateful he at least noticed that I was in the room. Things went down hill from there. It has been like fire and ice all day.
He moved the rod in the closet and now I cannot even reach it to hang up my clothes. I am frustrated. He should know that I am short. There are step stools all over the house and I cannot even reach it with the step stool. He marches in and says get those into the closest. I show him that I can reach. He rolls his eyes and leaves.
When it was time to go to the store he couldn’t be bothered. He did provide me with a list of his wishes.
He went to bed before me and go up after me. He should have been able to make to it the store. I came home late as I stopped and pulled some cars out of the ditch.
Hey, maybe I just need to head off to bed early and get some good rest!