Flat Top Stove

I had an argument about the BF's flat top stove tonight.

Last night, I stopped by the store and picked up pork chops, potatoes, and garlic bread for dinner. When I got to his place, I made the chops, I whipped the potatoes, I cooked the bread. Unfortunately, the potatoes boiled over and apparently made a few little black spots on his stove. However, dinner was delicious, if I don't say so myself.

(Oh, btw, when we heard the potatoes boiling over, he looked at me, pointed, and said, what's that? No, no, don't get up now. Wouldn't want to miss a possession during the Cavs game, now, would you?!?)

However, tonight, I got yelled at because I "always make a mess" when I cook. Hmmm.

So, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little pissed. I cook so that I don't have to clean. Cleaning is his job. And, freaking give me a break - the water boiled over. It so NOT the end of the world. Oh, and btw, I WENT TO THE STORE AND COOKED THE MEAL. Shouldn't I get a little credit? (Ok, so he did say how it was a really good meal two or three times. But, that doesn't count).

When we're here, I do the cooking AND the cleaning. Why? Because my kitchen is too small and he doesn't know his way around. Blah. Learn your way around.

Think that'll be the last meal I'll be cooking for a while.

Pondering....

How long can you spend with someone before their little habits and such really start to grate on your nerves? A week? A month? Years? What does it mean when those little things really start to grate on your nerves?

The BF and I have spent the last 7-8 days together almost non-stop. And, yes, I was getting a little frustrated with some of the things he does. For instance, leaving the shower head on when he gets out of the shower, so that when I go to take a shower, I will get blasted in the face by cold water. Thanks, B.

However, this is not a situation that is unique to him. I can't really be with ANYONE 24/7. There have been several other vacations with the girls where I have had to go off on my own to maintain my sanity. This is likely why I don't do well with roommates, as well.

I need alone time. I cherish it.

And, yet, tonight as the BF left, I felt somewhat abandoned and lonely. But, at the same time, I am looking so forward to curling up in my bed, cuddling under my blankets, and enjoying the sweet, sweet slumber that I can only get when I'm alone.

Maybe I'm bipolar.

Sweet dreams.