grumpy

Yesterday was grumpy Wednesday. Everything was making me grumpy. Even the weather being nice was grump inducing. I was grumpy that I'm not on holiday, I was grumpy that the husband had driven work, I was grumpy that we are still living in this silly house, I was grumpy that we went over an hour in the car park, I was grumpy grumpy grumpy. And of course the husband bore the brunt of the grump. Sorry hubs. Today is more cheerful Thursday. I slept wonderfully last night. Probably mostly because the husband slept downstairs (not because we'd fallen out, more to try and let us not disturb each other in the night.) I didn't get woken by himself pushing his pillows in my face, or trying to clean imaginary rubbish out of the blinds, or funny not quite snoring noises. He didn't get woken by coughing, getting up for the loo, etc. And I didn't get woken when he came to bed or when his alarm went in the morning. I do love a good night sleep. We both look forward to being in the new house and using a bit of the wedding money to buy a bigger bed and having a big enough bedroom so that we both have a side to our bed. Anyway, that was a slight night time tangent. So yes, I woke up more cheerful, and I am determined to be more cheerful throughout the day. For the husands sake if nothing else.