Even Shares?

Its funny the way things occur to me.

I was shopping at the local Tesco, having been sent by Wifey with a list of things 'we need'. I dutifully went and filled the trolley with said items while she went back to bed.
As I was waiting for the scanning to commence, items laid out on the belt, I observed what I was about to pay for.
Meat, veg, fruit, cake, bread, juice... The usuals.

Then I weighed up the ratios. Our meat, her wine, our veg, her juice, our bread, her cake, our, her, our, her... Hmmm.
There wasn't anything that was exclusively mine, or for Number 1 Son, but there was stuff that was exclusively for Wifey. Quite a lot of stuff, actually. In fact it came to 25% of the bill.
OK - that doesn't seem too bad, after all, there are 3 of us, and 1/4 of the bill for one person? Ah, but the other stuff isn't mine or Number 1's exclusively.
We don't eat stuff that she doesn't like. Fair enough. But I only have a very small list of things I don't like. And she still buys them for herself.

So... is it me? Is this the way everyone is? Or am I just being taken for a ride?

So I get home about a minute before Wifey. I'm unpacking clothes, computer, stuff... She dashes up to the main PC and logs on, knowing that I will want to catch up with my game, and I haven't played it for a week.
So its a tense start.
As she leaves for work next morning, with us barely having spoken she gives me a list of jobs, which includes looking for some documents relating to her car that she hasn't been bothered to look for on her days off - but seeing as the housekeeper (me) is here now, why should she bother.
Tense continues.

Then there's the idiots. The town seems full of them. From the idiots who go at 1mph over a 1 inch ramp into the roadworks at the entrance to the village in their 4x4s, to the idiot woman who took up 4, yes 4, parking spaces in the Tesco car park. She also went mad at me because I looked at her and shook my head. She ranted about her car always getting scratched when she parks there - I said "Park somewhere else then." and she got even more abusive.
There are some classy people about.

And then on the net tonight, someone I was told was worth looking at on Twitter said that a musician wasn't worth seeing because he's a paedophile. I questioned this and was told, yes he was, pictures on his PC, arrested, etc etc. I decided to look into it on the web. The person was questioned because his credit card was found in a database - but he'd never been found to have done anything. His card was cloned/stolen. I pointed this out and was told. Well - my first marriage ended badly, and they were played at the wedding... Jaw on floor time.
I said " hardly a reason for calling him a paedophile, is it? I got dumped by a girl who like Take That - does that make Robbie Williams a rapist?"
She didn't reply.

I sometimes think its me. And some, rarer, times - I think its everyone else...

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/falling_asleep.png

Running from one end of the country to the other to see Yankee Boy and family. Stayed at a hotel, care of the LBJ. Had a good day. Eddie Munster and family arrived, and Lawman with his kids.
We had a blast.
Was the first time I'd seen LBJ's partner since he left, and came back to her. I barely spoke to him because I felt like if I started to say anything a tsunami of anger would issue forth and he would be its sole target. Not that I completely ignored him - but I couldn't look him in the eye, I couldn't start a conversation with him, and I mostly wished he wasn't there. (Sorry, Babe. I tried but I couldn't be nice to him.) Maybe it will mellow as time goes on.
Was hoping to see Z-Girl on Sunday morning as she lives no too far from Yankee Boy's brother, but she didn't reply to my messages until I was at a point of having to leave to get home at a sensible time. I don't think she really wanted to see me, and engineered the situation to get the result she wanted.
So I ended up here at a sensible time. On my own. Suddenly in quiet.
For the first time in about two weeks I was at the end of something.
I feel somewhat bereft, lonely, lost and like there is something missing, but not in a particularly bad way - the absence is good.

So I'm indulging my taste for mad music with The Freak Zone on BBC 6Music, and chilling out with homemade soup, fruity bread and tea.

It could be a lot worse.

Too many emotions for one day.

I woke up at 5:30 and was surprised to hear No1 Son moving about. I thought then that he had to be more keyed up about his results that he was letting on. I got up at 6:20 and he called me. "I think I've got in!" We looked at the UCAS site and I said that I didn't think that's what it was actually saying.
I went for my cuppa and took him one too. Wifey was there and they were debating what I thought was a pretty straight forward message on the screen. I left them too it!
About 8:15 he came down with the the laptop. The message had changed and he had got in to his chosen university, and course.
Joy was unconfined, Wifey went to work, and then at about 10am I took him in to get his actual results. BBC. More than enough to go away to college, and far better than Wifey and I had expected. Feeling very proud and happy I was a bit shocked to be told "Don't talk to my friends." after I asked one girl how she had done. A few minutes later I was told to leave and he would see me when he got in. OK. Thanks.

I slept a bit this afternoon, after visiting Tesco. Then, when Wifey came home, she said "You'll need to get these days off. You have to take him to college." I can't, The Ginger Ninja is on holiday. I tried explaining a couple of times, but was given the shortest of shrift.
A couple of hours later I managed to get through to her that I work solo and not, like she does, in a team. If I want a day off 3 other people have to be rota'd to cover it. I can't just decide to cancel a day off and go in. Once they are in, that's it, pretty much.
I was rather looking forward to taking him to college. A long talk in the car. Tell him what the opportunities are going to be, not to waste it... to embrace it fully. But I wont be able to.

Its all been a bit more than I can cope with today.

My brain has melted.

I was in the brilliant Charity bookshop in the city this afternoon whilst shopping for supplies for my last night shift.
I saw this book

http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/d/suzannah-dunn/queen-of-subtleties.htm

I looked at the titles for a few seconds and wondered why someone would be the Queen of Sub-Lettings... Actually it was about a minute.

I left the shop empty handed and empty headed. I'm obviously not clever enough to shop there.

Lack of sleep is a problem on a night shift. I woke up at 8am, no prospect of any sleep before 7am.
Managed to row with my colleague about rotas because I'm fed up with being messed about and he got really bolshy - I just got nasty.
I've woken up with a very sore throat and a headache. I may try another sleep, it may even work!

So I get up.
I re-unvirus my computer.
I eat, drink some coffee.
I start unvirussing the other computer.
My phone rings.
Its LBJ.
"He's left me."
I drive to her.
She cries on me.
We talk.
Drink tea.
Put his stuff in bags.
We talk more.
I tell a few people for her.
I drive home.
I cook.
We eat.
Watch TV.

That's enough for one day.
Isn't it?

Visit to my mum was better than some. I wasn't completely destroyed by it, so better than usual!
Dad was hyper and hard work... Family were unhelpful.
I drank a bit too much coz my brother in law is a bad influence. Was fun though.
And... Damn! How I slept! Went to bed at midnight twice, woke up at 11am and 10am respectively. Not done that for ages... years even!

Number1 Son seems to have been given student finance - which amazed me and is a huge relief. Can see I'll be paying him back from now until I die though. All he has to do now is pass some exams... ah.

I'm trying to get my head round the last few days... Give me a minute, please.

I'm going away for a few days. Just visiting family.
It will be stressful, especially as this lot refuse to even consider getting up, organised or doing anything to make things easier for me. I have cleaned the house, sorted clothes and all that sort of stuff - they are still in bed.
They will moan about the drive too - although I will be driving.