So....it's 12:20 and The Hubby just left for work....
I can't say too much about his actions, however, because I haven't really started working yet today either....and I stayed up until almost three o'clock last night. (insert frowny face here...)
It's obvious that one of us has to turn into the adult here. We're both keeping hours like we're college kids on summer break. I wait for him to do it. He waits for me to do it. Neither of us seem to want to step up and be the responsible one right now.
I recognize that part of his problem is that he's having one of his anxiety/stress attacks again. All the new aches and pains he thinks he has suddenly acquired...are the same aches and pains that he comments on every time one of these episodes is or is about to occur. It effectively cuts me off from talking about how I am feeling (physically or mentally) because I can't voice what my problems are when this happens because it's all about him.
As for me, since I'm operating on about four hours of sleep...I'm discombobulated (gotta love that word!) again today. This means that all the cylinders aren't firing in the brain and I will be kicking back the caffeine through most of the day so that I can stay awake.
I don't like this.
I know that I need to get a grip on all of this. My weight, my sleep, my house....my life. Same song. Same dance. Different day.
Anyway, I know I've got to work through this. I can't rely on someone who may or may not be here tomorrow. (I'm moving out...I'm not happy...wah...wah...wah....) I know I need to be the adult. I just wish it wasn't always so darn hard all the time...