It’s still early

It’s nearly 2pm. But it’s still early. For me, anyway. I’ve always been a night owl. I was getting better with it. If I stayed up too late, I would get the cold shoulder and he would use that in a future argument. I got better at going to bed before he fell asleep but this time I really fucked up. I stayed up until 3am and woke up at 11am…

He was upset when he came downstairs at 2am for a glass of water to find me watching my favorite show on the couch and not working/studying for my work exam. I can tell when he is upset. He’s going to argue with me later. I feel it.

So I’m going to try to clean the whole house, get laundry done, and groceries by 5pm and have dinner ready. That will show him I did things today and I will be allowed to relax when he gets home without feeling like I’m a lazy piece of shit.

I’m tired. Not because I lack sleep. I actually got enough sleep.

I’m just… tired.