S'been one of those days.
Today is the start of Steven's vacation, and we were paid yesterday- so...that meant busy today. Dog and cat food needed replacing, cat litter and dishwasher detergent, toiletries, and a few groceries all were necessary. I was up and dressed by 0830- I came downstairs, and.....waited. *sigh* Steven was still in his sweats, playing on the computer. I cannot tell you how annoying that was. So, he finally gets showered and dressed, but by now it is noon, and he is complaining about how the day is already half gone. *grrrr* I am now on edge myself, waiting for the explosion that I can feel building in him. PTSD sucks. Living with someone with PTSD can suck too. Anyway, after he has his melt-down, he is exhausted, so we picked up the dog and cat food at the feed store, stopped by the used book store to drop off a box of books, and came home. He is upstairs napping, and will *fingers crossed* feel more like himself when he comes down. Then he will have to eat, and we will have to finish up. And I am tired. I will be glad when we can both relax.