Stand 10 Feet Away

Photo: Hubby Petting Beans on the Front Porch

Hubby's been working from home. A lot. He was here for four full days this week. I really liked him for the first three of those days. Today I did not. Around noon I had to leave because from ten feet away he was in my space. He kept asking me too many questions. Nagging questions. I said mean things to my sister on the phone because I was irritable. I had to call her later to apologize. She said I wasn't mean, but I was.

I went to Cousin Liz's to get the mail, water her plants, re-set her A/C, and leave a light on for her return from a month's vacation. I sat on her couch and stared at the wall for about twenty minutes.

I got in my car, and called my other sister and begged (okay, I didn't really beg) to come over because my every last nerve was pressed. I couldn't get anything done at home because I was bugged. I stayed at her house for four hours. I came home and made super chocolaty raspberry brownies. Hubby started hovering, and the steam was starting to emerge from my ears, so after I picked up Cousin Liz at the airport, we went back to my sister's where we stayed and visited with their out of town company for a couple more hours.

I think I am finally less bugged, so hopefully I can go back to liking hubby tomorrow. I can't make any promises, but it's date night so I hope I like him again by then. I'm so cranky that a smiley face sticker could make me want to spit in it's face.