Wound up to tight to go back to sleep. The usual complaint – someone is hogging the bed.
The other someone spent all day Friday getting bent out of shape over the lack of phone service, then told me (honestly) when I got home it wasn’t because the internet was off. Right. That’s why you called me in tears sounding like you were having a mental breakdown and freakout when the guy left without fixing it.
That’s why, when you came home form the self-tanning thing, the *SECOND* thing you did (the first was picking up Jacob) was log on a start your game.
That’s why you basically didn’t leave the computer desk until well past midnight except to eat dinner, and even then came to dinner nearly 20 mins after I told you it was ready and time to eat. (total time online: about 10 hours).
“I’ll cut back so you don’t have to turn off the DSL…” lasted about three days this time. *THREE DAYS*
The week without computers or internet at the beach is gonna be fun. Lots of fun.
Of course, I notice that the longer between “intimite moments,” the bitchier I get about this. Oh, wait, I get bitchy about it then too, I just don’t feel it’s as bad, since it doesn’t feel like she’s ignoring me, too. Better get some sex in before we go to the beach, since we won’t be haviong any while we’re there, I’m sure. *sigh*
Yeah, it all comes down to sex, doesn’t it? But let’s see if she can tear herself away to help me prep for all the grandparents coming over tonight – her idea, FWIW. I sincerely hope I’m wrong about today, but, I have this suspicion….