Head Splodeys

I'm not high-maintenance. I prefer the term "differently maintenanced".
Monday, Sept. 24, 2001 - 2:07 a.m.

I *really* want to make noise when I blink, like Zorac.

It's funny... last night I was all peaceful & happy because the endless weekend-ness of Sunday stretched out before me, full of promise of Getting Things Done.

Now the weekend is, for all practical purposes, over, very little has gotten done, & I'm more out of sorts than I should be about it.

I figured out what was bugging me, though (y'know... in addition to the general moving angst which is still plaguing me, & just kicked back into high gear now that we're trying in earnest to get my stuff out of storage & cram it into our adorable but not-very-spacious house). I feel left out of a lot of the household settling-in activities. I'm not being excluded intentionally, and I don't think most people would be bothered by not being included in every last little decision involving household appointments, but I am.

What it all boils down to is that up until now, if I wanted something done, I would do it myself, or pester someone else until they did it. Either way, I generally had a goodly amount of say in how things were done.

On the other hand, the Squeezy is used to being on his own & doing things for other people.

So, things are getting done without my knowledge or consent, & it's making me kind of crazy. I mean, it's nice not feeling responsible for everything, but I'm so used to having at least a modicum of control over every aspect of my life & surroundings, I'm finding that I miss it when it's gone.

It really sucks being irritated with your boyfriend because he's doing things for you. I try not to be cranky because his kindness doesn't deserve that... but I only have so much conscious control over my feelings.

::sigh:: Ah, well. At least I've identified the problem, now, & brought it to the Squeezy's attention, which I think will help immensely. If I can learn to relax & not be a complete control-freak & he can learn to consult me a little more about...um... everything, things'll be peachy.

Boy... first she wants someone to take care of her, now she wants to do everything herself. There's just no pleasing some hot chicks, eh?

Give a Clix, if you please.

midi lives in gloomcounty
midi came from Ravenswood Manor