The night shift continues to cause an enormous level of stress on everyone in the house. I feel like I'm a single mom most of the time. Whenever Wil is here, he's either sleeping or getting ready for work.
Am I proud of the fact that I screamed at him? No. But I reached my frustration threshold. I wanted him to change his shift, he said there was nothing he could do and to "stop asking him." This made me angry so I snapped.
As much as I would like to think that I always do the right thing, I know that's not the case. I'm human and sometimes I loose it.
It was touch and go there for a while. It all ended with apologies and hugs.
