No witty titles tonight- I'm too tired and wrung out

I worked a 9 hour shift today. Look it was ok, but I am getting really sick and tired of the linen department! I mean there are only so many towels you can fold in day. Plus it has been quiet all week. This afternoon really dragged slowly.

I finished at 5.30 and was expecting to be picked up on time. I had rung W at lunchtime to say that my shift was finishing at 5.30 and no 5.45 as I had previously thought. He said he would collect the kids from after school care and then come and get me. He eventually arrived at 6. I was very restrained and didn't say anything. I was so angry inside though. So I went and got fish and chips for tea. Bad choice diet wise, plus I now feel ll blah from the fat.

After dinner we had a brief civil conversation. W had been to see the uni psychologist today. Perhaps we should backtrack at this point. 11 months ago when W was in hospital, I went to the uni psychologist to talk about my studies and how they were impacted by W's condition. We had good chats. I went for about 3 sessions. Then W came along to one with me. Then at the start of this year when we had had about 2 sessions together, F, the counsellor, suggested that she see W alone. I have never been back. W kept saying I should go along, but the appointments were always at inconvenient times. F actually asked W a couple of sessions back why I hadn't been back. So W tried to make an appointment for both of us. Only trouble was he never consulted my timetable and booked the last 3 sessions when I have been working. So this evening I ask him how the session with F went. All he said was that F didn't think it was a good idea for me to go along with W as she is too involved with W to do marriage therapy and we should go to Relationships Australia. Hold it a minute! I had never said anything about marriage counseling and thought that I was going along to talk about my thesis. I now don't know what F has or hasn't been told.

Tonight has ended in another row. I calmly asked W on the way home from work if he had thought about dinner. He sounded surprised when he said 'No!' as if why would I expect him to think about dinner. So over dinner I comment that I have to do 2 loads of washing tonight so I have something to wear to work tomorrow, plus the load that has been sitting in the machine since Wednesday. Admittedly I made a vicious comment to W that I was the only person to do anything around here which he questioned, but I refused to take any further. So I grabbed a washing basket that had about 8 clean items in it. I tipped it out on the bed and went downstairs with what needed to be washed in it. When I got back upstairs the kids are watching telly in the lounge and W is lying on the bed having moved the laundry from his side to mine! Well I had a go at him! He questioned why I had put it there in the first place. Apparently because he emptied the dishwasher (but has not put half the clean dishes away as he 'doesn't know where they belong') and has stacked some things in the dishwasher that is all he has to do. He has done his jobs for the week now.

So W has stormed downstairs to the dungeon with his pillows and told me that he will see me in the morning. And I am not going after him.