You ever wake up in the morning angry? Just....angry. Maybe your mad that you had to be woken up, or angry at the person next to you....or just tired.

Steven is like that. He wakes up with a vengeance, it seems. And though I have been patient for a long time, NO MORE!
The next time the man snips at me when I try to help him get ready for an interview, is gonna be the last time he'll ever see his pinky toe again!

*bwahahahaha* And I know that it's harder for some than others to get up, or even to be congenial about it. But when we're running late, I've got to take a shower, and Steve's ignoring the crying baby that jolted me up in the first place, I tend to get impatient.
I'll get up, snuggle my son close until his whimpers die down to something akin to cooing, and then go back and try to wake Steven up some more.

Unfortunately, Steven gets pissed off at me for waking him. I'd tell him to use an alarm clock, but the one that littlerally gives tidal waves a whole new meaning next to his head doesn't even penetrate his thoughts. Thus, if I want to get to work on time, I have to deal with him ripping me up on side and down the other. My morning is ruined, I lose my appetite, I grow hostile and resentful, and it reminds me a little more of how unhappy I've truly become.
We've tried different methods. The truth is, we've both just woken up. We haven't smoked, no caffeine in our system, notta.
So we're irritable. And I'll lure him to the kitchen with the promise of coffee and a nice Marlboro, but he just growls at me now. It used to work, but now he's being stubborn and pig-headed.

I half just want to squirt him with a water bottle until he gets up, but I don't think that would bode well for me, lol.

He said something hurtful this morning. Even he was stricken after he said it. He was quiet, and he looked just as hurt.

But not nearly as much as he hurt me....it still echoes in my head like a lingering nightmare.....I wonder if what he said was true....and then I realise....for the first time in a while....I wouldn't mind dying. Maybe he'd finally be happy.
Then I slap myself and eat some lasagna.

Lasagna. *drool*