So, today marks the first week where the misses and I only share a single day off.

It's gone terrible so far. We have a creepy painter guy working on patching these holes left by the plumber - the likelihood of this guy pulling a stunt on her is low, but I'm in the wrong for not staying home and going to my martial arts class instead.

Frankly, I'm pissed at her. I woke her up out of courtesy and now... well I'm at a loss.

I don't know what I should do... nothing happened but was I in the wrong? Is it the hormones?

I'm a mess right now. This stuff isn't as easy as I thought.