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‎5 am: DH makes the bed around me waking me up in the process. (He does this every flipping morning) 
5:30 am: He uses the blow dryer in the bathroom next to our bedroom. There is no insulation or sound barrier. He never uses the blow dryer - ever. 
6 am: He goes outside to get the paper (which he never does), thereby setting the dog off when he comes back in. The dog goes ballistic when DH comes into the house. DH knows this.
6:30 am: He decides to unload the dishwasher - loudly. Our house is small. Our bedroom is like 20 feet, if that, from the kitchen.
6:45 am: I gave up sleeping even though I'd only had 5 hours of sleep. I got up, dressed, came out of the bathroom and he was at his computer desk playing a game. (........) He knew I was up - how could he not? - and didn't bother to make the coffee that only the two of us drink.

The first thing out of his mouth: Was I making too much noise?


As soon as the coffee pot was finished, he had a mug in hand and was pouring himself a cup.

If his goal was to tick me off it worked. I'm trying to figure out what I did to make him go into passive aggressive mode again, but I'm too tired to get my brain to work. At least today I get a grandson fix.


My head is killing me from lack of sleep.  Looks like Advil and I will be dancing today.