This one was inspired by the first full great week I have had with my husband since near the beginning of our relationship. It was this past week and it was the result of starting meds that have helped me not obssess over the painful things DH has put me through this past year, evened out my mood swings, and helped me to not be so irritated by the little things. I thought this was the answer to my disliking SD problem. I knew I had been wrong the minute I woke up to the sound of SD's voince on her visit folling the great week.

I work 3rd shift and get home around 5:15am at which point I watch a little TV and wind down before bed. This is also the only time I have to enjoy peace in my home when SD is here. This morning I got home and put on my jammies and started one of my shows online. At 5:30 SD5 walks into the livingroom. I told her it was too early for her to be up and to go back to bed and try to sleep. The little brat told me no and turned the TV on. I was livid.

I somehow managed to not wake DH up with a cup of ice water while screaming like a wackadoo who forgot to take their meds. I also made a dr appt for Fri because I don't think I'm going to survive my marriage without meds of my own. Instead of waking him I wrote a long letter to occupy my mind and then went to take a long hot bath with a big cold drink.

I have 2 good weeks a month. Each inital week right after SD's EOWE visit. Then the weekend before her visits come and I start thinking "oh God, she's going to be here this time next week" and then it turns into "Damn it, she's going to be here in less than a week"..."a few days"..."AGHHH, TOMORROW!". It ruins the whole week. Every time. And I never feel any better until she's out the door Sunday. And even then, I'm only ok until the weekend when the cycle starts all over. I really feel so sorry for my H...MOST of the time.