Thursday, January 10, 2013
Trouble in Paradise
Well not really - it sounded good, though.
"Houston, we DO have a problem."
The husband is crabby, grouchy and is not taking to this, graveyard shift very well. Last night he raised his voice to me. LOUD. Earlier, he misunderstood something with my son. He's very short-tempered right now.
He comes in around 8:30 am and sleeps till around 4pm. He's getting enough sleep - its just different. He hates this shift. It's a depressing shift. I guess that is why they call it "graveyard".
All I said was, that we both can't go moping around because we hate it - I gave him the making lemonade out of lemons scenario.That's when he yelled at me.
I guess he doesn't like lemonade either.
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