I'm feeling extremely irritable today. Wishing I could just snap my fingers and have some of the remaining things I want to do, just done. I've been working my tail off all morning. Meanwhile, Hubby has been spending hours on two little things and voicing strife about them. I love him dearly, but his extreme slowness still gets on my nerves, even almost 25 years into knowing him. By slowness I don't mean lack of smarts. He's very smart. But if only I could build a huge fire under his backside, I would. Or maybe he'd still be so slow-moving that he'd burn up. I know this may seem unfair of me, but what happens is that in order to achieve certain things in X amount of time, I often find myself taking on more than I should, to compensate. I have a history of doing this, and inevitably it often hurts me over time. The tendency is partly related to my personality, and partly past mood elevation.

I also get annoyed at his boohooing so much. For example, he'll cry over a little scratch, while I say very little when I get a gash.