OK, I need to vent this weekend's shennanigans..... or rather RUNE's weekend shennanigans. Well... Rune was out all weekend. He was out Thursday night singing, then Friday night with work and then saturday night with uni friends. This I don't object to. I worked all weekend to stay away form his hangovers. Now I only had a total of 3 hours sleep between Friday morning and Sunday evening. This wasn't a good start. Friday was ok..... saturday however, I come home from work, wanting nothing more than to get home, get something to eat and put my feet up and spend half an hour with Rune before he disappears off out again. What I find is a strange woman in our kichen cooking meatballs, apparenlty an old uni friend that I had been warned about - if I had been warned, I would have cleaned the place first and made some sort of effort not to disgust her with the state of the flat. So anyway, I can't get into the kitchen to make any food. Bearing in mind I'm running on 3 hours sleep and a cup of tea. So I get mad. What makes me madder, is when they announce they're going to the store, would I like anything. I say yes, please bring me something to eat. Do they? No. So I have to go out again. Now I have to admit, by this time I'd been really snippy with Rune and probably not the nicest hostess to this woman either, but given the circumstances, it could have been worse. However, Rune pulls me to one side and tells me to stop "acing up" - like I'm a two year old in need of a scolding. The flounce out and he tells me he'll be back at around 1am. NO such luck. He came in at three.
He really really really made me mad this weekend, but for somereason, I was the evil one. Why is that?