Wednesday - Rainy.
Not a great day to be honest. I stayed home all day because of the weather. I did have some enjoyable time in the AM. I watched Little Shop of Horrors for the first time in years, also Criminal Minds. I had a light lunch early on and then set to work.
Today I did a little in the kitchen. I tackled our sink. F leaves it in a horrible state. He keeps pouring noodle bits and veggie scraps down the sink. That may have been what his family did, it certainly wasn't what my family does. Anyway, I cleaned the sink thoroughly, the basin, and the drying rack. While I had the drying rack out of the way, I washed underneath it and threw out a bunch of jars that had been accumulating. After I washed the dishes I even cut up the milk cartons for recycling.
I cleaned the table for dinner and set up the coffee as well. Yay me.
I was watching Ghost Town when F came home. He was in a bit of a mood because he was tired. He changed and did make one of the dishes for us, but basically was a grumpy PITA. We had bulgogi and I told him that I didn't want to turn the grill up too high as it had a coating on it and would burn. He turned it up. Then, 2/3's of the way through he decided to clean the grill by pouring water on it and then dropping kleenex in it and swishing it around. Weird. Anyway, dinner was okay, but I can tell it's going to be a while before I suggest eating at home again.
I did the dishes while someone went to bed and pretended to sleep but really played with his cellphone. I'm not upset about that, I know he was tired and all, but he didn't even say anything before he vamoosed. After his bath he came back and turned on the TV. When he saw that I was taping something he demanded to know what and why I was taping then. The VCR is programmed to tape from 11pm to 12 pm every Wednesday night so that we don't miss Desperate Housewives. We watched it, or rather, I watched it and he made a lot of noise making himself more food in the kitchen. I wasn't impressed. He was really obnoxious about it, I actually think he was trying to make noise. He ate, drank his "fake" beer and went to bed. Instead of wishing him goodnight, I said, "Good Riddance!" to him. Not nice, but oh how I meant it.
Anyway, tomorrow I have one class in the evening. I'll have to leave home before 4 so I hope that the weather improves. That and hubby's mood. Wish me luck then. Night.