The last few weeks have been a bit hectic. When I sent my daughter off for the week, my plan was not only for time alone with Steve, but also time for me to be able to work uninterrupted on schoolwork. The semester is nearly at an end and I have a couple big projects to finish up, as well as studying for finals. Needless to say, her early return home put a kink in that plan. So I have been scrambling to get everything done in time while working around her.
On top of all this is the house-hunting aspect. I never realized how much work goes into buying a house. There was a ton of paperwork for putting our offer in. Then the seller countered our offer so I spent nearly a whole day negotiating (Steve was at work) to find a number we could all live with. Then we had to redo the offer paperwork to reflect the number we finally settled at.
That's just the house. I'm also gathering all the paperwork for our mortgage and calling around to get quotes on title insurance, homeowners insurance, a lawyer for the closing, someone to do the inspection and probably a few more things that I can't think of right now.
In the midst of all this, I'm also going through stuff and packing. Our lease is up later this year so whether we get into a house of our own or not, we have to be ready to move because there's no way they will let us stay once the lease runs out.
Needless to say, I'm struggling to stay on top of everything and stressed to the max. I was up late last night studying for the two finals I had to do today. I completely forgot about the dishes until I was on my way to bed. It's a rule they have to be done before bed, but I was flat wore out. Normally Steve's pretty lenient about letting them slide if I'm busy and if I ask him first, but he was already asleep so I took a chance and left them. He noticed this morning, but let it go because he knows how busy I am right now.
Today was crazy. I had two finals, a quiz, a discussion and a huge project that were due. I was ready to pull my hair out, but I managed to get it all done. Then I had to scan and upload some more paperwork for our mortgage application. Once again, I was wore flat out, which is probably why I made a critical mistake.
Instead of asking Steve if it was okay for me to leave the dishes another night, I told him that I was leaving them. His response of "Do you want a spanking?" made it clear that I had crossed the line. I did apologize, but not without receiving a warning that in the future I should be sure to ask, not dictate.
I think I will take him up on that spanking though. Even though he let me off with a warning so I'm not in trouble, I need some stress relief.