A bad day....

Yesterday I had a bad day. I was actually in the midst of writing this post when it got worse, so that is why I'm a bit late with it.

It all started Sunday night. My boyfriend, Simon, and I arrived in Bozeman at around 7:00 PM after a long and eventful weekend in Winifred. He had to start a paper for his writing class, so I decided to go to bed early, knowing he would be obsessing about his opening paragraph until the wee hours of the morning. I fell asleep at around 9:00 and Simon managed to wake me up about four times before he called it quits and went to sleep. On top of the fact that he had to do homework all night, Simon had also fallen ill sometime earlier that day and was feeling rather sorry for himself and surly toward his undeserving girlfriend. The first few times he woke me up were innocent enough, falling over me to get the power cord on my side of the bed, "accidentally" slamming the door to the bathroom door, sighing with frustration in an unnecessarily audible fashion, etc; but the fourth time really pissed me off-he woke me up so that I could kick my cat out of the room because she was annoying him. You may be wondering why in the hell he couldn't just kick the cat out himself, but I cannot answer that question because I have no idea. My suspicion is that he simply was feeling sorry for himself and in turn irritated with me for being able to sleep while he was toiling away on the rough draft of the opening paragraph for this 20 point paper for five hours. Once Simon came to bed at 2:00 AM, it was constant battle for the covers until I woke up to shower at 6:00 AM.

Yesterday started with me feeling tired and irritated. I was trying to hide my frustration and be a dutiful girlfriend because, as mentioned previously, poor Simon wasn't feeling well. My first mistake was trying to wake him up to shower...as it always is. He thought I was nagging at him when truthfully I just wanted to make it to school on time; how unreasonable of me. After the usual "get out of bed" fight, we were ready to go to school...or so I thought. Simon had to get his bag of animal crackers so I went out to the car and waited for him. He hadn't shown up after five minutes so I went back in looking for him (mistake number two) and ended up having to show him where the damn crackers were because Sarah had "hidden" them from him. He apparently thought I was a little short with him about the whole thing-being late for school does not warrant hurrying, and was mad at me the entire ride to school. Trying to lighten the mood, I made fun of him for not grabbing a sweatshirt because it was cold outside (mistake number three)and he was sick. I then tried to make nice again by offering him some Kleenexes to have in class so he wouldn't be sniffling all day. He replied to this offer by saying "I don't want your f***ing sweatshirt or your f***ing Kleenexes!" We parted ways without a goodbye kiss but still planned on meeting at noon for lunch.

Noon rolled around and we met. We managed to get along until about 12:20, at which time I learned that he had not finished an assignment that was due in his grammar class and I made the mistake of mentioning that he needs to work on time management. The comment didn't sit well with Simon and our conversation ended with me walking away and going to the bookstore. Some poor guy in the hallway by financial aid was afforded the pleasure of hearing the whole thing happen and it was extremely awkward.

After we parted ways this second time, I decided I wasn't going to fight with Simon any more. I called him when I got done with work because I knew that he was just getting out of class. I picked him up from school and we got along very well-we went to a movie at the procrastinator at 9:00 and enjoyed it immensely. After the movie, however, I expressed distaste at the idea of sitting on the computers in the sub and searching for a specific Youtube clip, which was an extremely bitchy thing to do to poor Simon. He didn't mention his displeasure at my opinions on what we should do for the night until we were in the parking lot outside our condo. He decided he needed to "inform" me that I had been being a bitch twenty minutes earlier and he just couldn't let it go.

After that comment, I was done trying not to fight with him and went into the house to work on my blog. As I was working on my blog, successfully ignoring the fractious redhead at the computer desk, I made the mistake of striking up a conversation with my cousin on Facebook. In talking to him, I found out that he had been addicted to heroin for the last three years and had been lying to me about it...but that is an entirely different story so I won't go into detail. After a slight row at bedtime, Simon and I managed to make nice and fall asleep without strangling each other.

Upon further reflection on my bad day, I realized that James the Rat might be right. Maybe we don't have bad days, but days that we can learn from. Yesterday sucked, for lack of a better word, but Simon feels better today and we have been pretty nice to each other all day. I guess I just need to learn how to deal with his over-sensitive nature and he needs to learn to deal with my overly-terse nature. Perhaps we can find a happy medium...or we can just continue to have days like yesterday every once in a while so we can be grateful for times we get along.