More complaining from me (nothing out of the ordinary)
My work life and personal life are stressing me out.
On the personal front:
GB and I had another tiff this morning. Last night he was hungry so I gave him my lunch (leftover pizza from dinner) as well as cooked him noodles. Then this morning he was making fun of me for snoring again and he said things along the lines like I had kidnapped him and held him hostage and starved him and raped him and it ticked me off. So I replied by saying "Well, how about we just not see each other for the rest of the week, then?" And to this, he replied I would make a bad mother because I use punishment as part of an argument. He then goes "Well what if I answered 'how about we just not see each other ever?'" To that I said I would say nothing. Then there was silence. And tears (mine, of course).
In my mind, my line about not seeing each other the rest of the week was not punishment; it was because I viewed his complaints (although he may have been joking, I was too tired to be in the mood for that kind of sarcasm) as his not enjoying my company, so I figured if he didn't have to see me, that would be a good thing for him. Of course, that wasn't how he viewed it. We don't seem to see eye-to-eye on a lot of things lately. It's like he thinks his words mean one thing and I think they mean another and vice versa. I don't get it.
When I dropped him off, he goes "So I'll see you tonight?" when I had already said I won't be seeing him tonight because I had an early morning tomorrow and I said "No, remember I said I have work early tomorrow?" And then he said "So I'll see you Sunday?" and I was like "What about Friday?" Of course his answer was "It's up to you." He thought I wasn't going to kiss him goodbye, either. *sigh* Why am I so much drama?
On the work front:
I come in and there's work piled on my desk (on top of the "Things To Do Today" list I have already made up for myself). I leave work exhausted and come in exhausted. There's so much to take care of and it seems like every task has the same high priority as the next one. I am not sure what to work on first. So I start on the big stuff. Then I get stressed out because time is running out and there's like 10 other things I need to get done before I leave today. I force myself to take my lunch break. I have to sit on my hand to make sure I do not work while having lunch.
It doesn't help that when I'm concentrating on one thing, I am told another thing needs to be done. I am only one person! I cannot be in two places at once, nor can I handle processing all this paperwork by myself. I need my vacation, and fast. Only a couple weeks more. When I go out to Chicago, I am gonna chill. I guess it's good that I will have some alone time there. What am I going to do? Veg. Maybe try out Sims 2...All I know is, I will not be thinking of work (not much, anyway). It's so hard to separate work from my mind, even when it's the weekend or I'm away from the office. Blah. Lunch break is over.
On the personal front:
GB and I had another tiff this morning. Last night he was hungry so I gave him my lunch (leftover pizza from dinner) as well as cooked him noodles. Then this morning he was making fun of me for snoring again and he said things along the lines like I had kidnapped him and held him hostage and starved him and raped him and it ticked me off. So I replied by saying "Well, how about we just not see each other for the rest of the week, then?" And to this, he replied I would make a bad mother because I use punishment as part of an argument. He then goes "Well what if I answered 'how about we just not see each other ever?'" To that I said I would say nothing. Then there was silence. And tears (mine, of course).
In my mind, my line about not seeing each other the rest of the week was not punishment; it was because I viewed his complaints (although he may have been joking, I was too tired to be in the mood for that kind of sarcasm) as his not enjoying my company, so I figured if he didn't have to see me, that would be a good thing for him. Of course, that wasn't how he viewed it. We don't seem to see eye-to-eye on a lot of things lately. It's like he thinks his words mean one thing and I think they mean another and vice versa. I don't get it.
When I dropped him off, he goes "So I'll see you tonight?" when I had already said I won't be seeing him tonight because I had an early morning tomorrow and I said "No, remember I said I have work early tomorrow?" And then he said "So I'll see you Sunday?" and I was like "What about Friday?" Of course his answer was "It's up to you." He thought I wasn't going to kiss him goodbye, either. *sigh* Why am I so much drama?
On the work front:
I come in and there's work piled on my desk (on top of the "Things To Do Today" list I have already made up for myself). I leave work exhausted and come in exhausted. There's so much to take care of and it seems like every task has the same high priority as the next one. I am not sure what to work on first. So I start on the big stuff. Then I get stressed out because time is running out and there's like 10 other things I need to get done before I leave today. I force myself to take my lunch break. I have to sit on my hand to make sure I do not work while having lunch.
It doesn't help that when I'm concentrating on one thing, I am told another thing needs to be done. I am only one person! I cannot be in two places at once, nor can I handle processing all this paperwork by myself. I need my vacation, and fast. Only a couple weeks more. When I go out to Chicago, I am gonna chill. I guess it's good that I will have some alone time there. What am I going to do? Veg. Maybe try out Sims 2...All I know is, I will not be thinking of work (not much, anyway). It's so hard to separate work from my mind, even when it's the weekend or I'm away from the office. Blah. Lunch break is over.