That's right, the hubs is on staff duty tonight, and he's not expecting to be home until somewhere close to 10am tomorrow.
Usually, I wouldn't be thrilled about this. Tonight...well, tonight I kinda need my space.
This has been a disappointing week, to put it bluntly. Monday was great, as I've mentioned. But as I also mentioned, I knew it wasn't going to last. Tuesday wasn't terrible, but unremarkable. Wednesday was horrid, and Thursday was just...disappointing.
Let me back up. Tuesday really wasn't anything special. Wednesday, I had a late client, and the hubs was late getting home. I made dinner, and he had a friend of his come over. Naturally, I shared our meal. I was pretty much left out of the conversation, so I excused myself and left them to do their "guy" thing. Next thing I know, the hubs decides to show off his guns. In the bedroom. I HATE having people- especially people I don't know- in our bedroom, and he seems to forget that it is OUR bedroom. We've had that conversation more than once. Then, his friend left a little after 9pm. I had to be up at 4am, so I went to go to bed. I gave the hubs about a half hour before I started to wonder what he was up to. He was on the freakin' computer. I couldn't even get a half hour with him before I needed to sleep, but he had time to fuck around on the damn computer. I was livid.
I got over it yesterday, as I usually do given enough time. I suggested we set aside some time for a lunch date next week. He countered with a promise to make the evening better. Shoulda known better. He fell asleep at 7:30pm. I woke him up at about 8pm and practically begged him to spend an hour with me since I was leaving at 5am and wouldn't see him til sometime Saturday. Nope, no chance. He couldn't stay awake.
It's so disheartening to know that if it's something involving his buddies, he can stay awake without a problem, but unless we're having sex, I can't get him to stay awake for one effing hour.