Hubby had three friends over on Saturday night, and they played computer games and xbox360 games. I served lasagna for dinner, along with Caesar salad. They all had fun, which was good. I enjoy the three of them, they’re all funny, and all around good guys. After they left, Hubby and I laid in bed and relaxed and fell asleep pretty late.

Sunday was a disaster. We argued all day about little things. I got angry at Lego Indiana Jones 2 on the xbox360, and he tried to help, but I didn’t want his help, so I yelled at him. He retreated upstairs to clean up his mess in the office, and I went upstairs to see what he was doing. I went to the bathroom off the master bedroom, came back downstairs to find him throwing away some old power strips that weren’t safe, and I flipped out because they belong to my mom. I got angry that he had not consulted me before he was deciding to throw things away. We went upstairs to bed around 11, but the Grammy’s weren’t over, and our tv upstairs has issues turning on, and I missed the last 1/2 hour and got mad at him about that too.

Today, I finally got my W-2 from my last job, and somehow I filed wrong when I first started there, and they only took $16 out in taxes (a lot more in Social security, but that doesn’t matter). I got angry and decided that I can’t do anything right anymore, and now he’s being quieter than a mouse at the kitchen table trying to figure out if he can file our taxes himself. He’s stressed out because I’m turning into an irritable tyrant, I filed my paper work incorrectly, and he wants to do our taxes himself so we don’t have to pay someone else to do them.

I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with me, I am becoming a monster, and Hubby doesn’t deserve the way I’ve been treating him.