In which the holidays are, thankfully, over.

I am feeling irritated by everything tonight.


I just reshuffled a box full of daily reports from the past two years so that my coworker, Peabo, would be able to find something more easily, and I did it resentfully, because does she not know the order in which the months and days go?  It's true that they weren't in order from January to December, but they were in a special order that a smarter person could have figured out in about a minute.  Yes, I know, I'm in the wrong here, but I still hate her.


I have some (sort of) houseguests right now, a mother and her 13 year old son, who were about a step away from living in their car, and when I heard about it, I told Rich they could stay with us, and they are staying until the middle of February.  It's fine, except that kid needs to bathe, and doesn't his mother notice it?  WTH?? Shower, use deodorant and also?  Brush your teeth!  I ordered him to shower one day last week, and then I told him he had to vacuum the living room before he played his video game, and he did.  I just don't think it's my job to make him bathe.


So because we have the homeless people living here, we have been living around them, and mostly they have settled onto the living room couch.  I used to sit in the living room, shuffling around on the internet on my laptop on a little table, but I don't enjoy hearing those two talk to each other, so I moved my laptop to the kitchen and Rich and I are sitting in the breakfast nook, computing together now.  It's actually pretty pleasant, and we are talking more than we have in a long time, because when we were each on our computers in different rooms, well, you know.


On the positive side, Rich and I are slowly tidying things up in the house that we've let pile up, and that started because we wanted to be able to have all of us sit at the table together to eat dinner.  We're also fixing some dinner more often (well, twice a week) and eating it at the table, instead of foraging in the kitchen like bears and eating in front of the television like savages.  Savage bears, heh. 


I'm kind of liking the fixing dinner and working together on cleaning things up a little, and with Rich and I talking more and all, it's pretty nice.