On Educating the Rookie
BLEGH…I slept like ish last night! We loaded my parent’s belongings up on a moving truck yesterday and to say that it did my body in is a huge understatement. I feel like I’ve been bitch slapped by a Mack Truck! Twice! And to make matters even less pleasant, it was 90+ in temps yesterday with enough humidity to power a gazillion saunas. I could have easily been asleep by 8 p.m. but I stayed up because I wanted to watch Criminal Minds. I’m always a glutton for punishment.
This morning at THREE A.M., the boyfriend’s alarm went off so he could get ready for work. Normally he’s quiet, or at least fairly quiet. This morning, not so freakin’ much! He opened the dresser drawer no less than 10 times. I’m not sure why. It only takes one time to grab a pair of socks and some boxers. I don’t know what he kept expecting to appear in the dresser drawer to lead him to keep opening it up. Then he did it. That which I have told him NOT TO DO. He turned on the main light in the bedroom. Nothing will piss me off quicker than to be suddenly blasted with bright light in my eyes at 3:30 a.m. I mean, I understand he has to get ready for work. I really do. But is it really that important for him to see what he’s doing? Visually impaired people get ready for work all the time in the dark. If they can do it, surely he can do it with the aid of the bathroom light. He’s got so much to learn about living with a woman…namely, living with ME.
By the way, I really need to come up with another way of referring to the boyfriend other than just “the boyfriend”. I think I shall refer to him, from here on out, as Rookie. Why Rookie? Well, long story short, a good friend of mine referred to him as Rookie because basically, while he has good intentions, he’s still got so much to learn about long-term relationships and the things that coincide with them. He’s a bit younger than me so we’re also working with an age difference here. But it’s cool. I think he’s totally trainable. And before any of you men reading this say anything… WTF ever! Sometimes men need women to show them the error of their ways when it comes to relationships. He’s 30 years old. I’m 39 years old. I’ve been around the block way more times than he has so if I can map things out for him a bit, I’m gonna do it! That being said, I completely have to teach him that just because we share a bedroom, doesn’t mean that EVERYTHING in our bedroom is common property. Some things are still mine! Don’t mess with ‘em! I’m bitchy like that. *sigh*
I now have to go find the vat of Icy Hot and coat myself up in it. I think I might have one hair follicle that doesn’t hurt. Everything else on my body is at war with itself! Getting old is a real pain in the ass…and elbow, and knees, and ankle, and back and neck and right pinky toe!
