Sunday Evening/Monday Morning Update....

I left work at the end of the day and came home to find the garage door up and that I could pull in and park inside once again.  My housemate's daughter and her boys had obviously left to return home.  I did pull in and park, then walked around to the passenger side and gathered my gear and then made my way on into the house.  


My housemate was in the den on the couch.  She spoke to me and I put my stuff down for a couple of minutes.  Not realizing that it would be a "no win" situation, I told her about having found her grandson sleeping on the couch and rather than risk waking him up, I had opted to stop on the way in to work for breakfast.  


She told me that I didn't need to do that and I said that I would've made too much noise fixing and eating breakfast, so I decided to get something on the way in to work instead.  She insisted that I didn't need to do that - just go on and fix breakfast and then eat it in the dining room instead of at the den table, but I said I still would've made too much noise in just the fixing it process.  


It became obvious to me that it was a "no win" situation - we each had our point of view and weren't going to give ground on it - so I finally just said "whatever" and then that I was heading to my bedroom to watch the football game.  


That, of course, was a reference to the Hall of Fame Game on NBC featuring the Dallas Cowboys v. Cincinnati Bengals.  I got back here and dropped my stuff, then uncovered and turned on the TV and tuned to NBC.  They hadn't started the game yet, so I went on to do a few things.  


For one, I went back to the den and gave my housemate the copies of the CDs that I had made for her of Chuck Missler; I also unloaded my bags and put some things away.  


Then, even though the game was in progress, I laid down on the bed and burst into tears - due to the situation that had occurred.  Last weekend she fussed at me because the kid complained to her that I woke him up when neither one of us knew that he was on the couch to begin with.  He was supposed to be in the spare bedroom with his brother.  This weekend she fussed at me because I went to the trouble of checking to see if he was on the couch before I started preparing breakfast and then when I found him there, further going to the trouble of just getting ready and leaving the house early and stopping somewhere on the way in to work and picking up breakfast instead of eating at home like I normally do in order to not wake him up and not give him the chance to complain to his grandmother that I woke him up as a result of getting ready for work.  


The thing about it is that the kid knows full well that I have to get up early for work, so why did he have to sleep on the couch instead of in the spare bedroom with his brother like he was supposed to?  I was told that he found it hot in there and so he came out to the den and got on the couch because he could turn the ceiling fans on in there.


I phoned a friend and talked with her about the situation.  She said that she knows that if I had known how my housemate would react I never would have said anything to her about this.  I assured her that this was the case.  So, we decided that the best way to handle this in the future when they visit is for me to just go on about my business - if I choose to go out for breakfast so as not to wake the kid up, fine - but keep it to myself, don't tell my housemate that I did it.  


I've got to remember that although I live here, when it comes to her family members being here for visits, she's going to side with them over me because they are just that - family - and I'm not.  Still, it can make for some awkward and difficult times in a relationship like we have.  


I have wondered if God is trying to tell me it's time for me to move on somewhere else; however, as long as her family members aren't here and it's just us, we get along quite well.  It's only when they're here that issues like this seem to happen and I feel like I'm in their way.  Since they don't visit that often, for now I'm going to hang in there and stay here.  


She has no idea that I got upset about this and I don't want her to know about it either.  I have an idea how she might react if she were to find out and I don't want to go there.  


I went on to watch the game - I went and fixed supper during halftime and brought it back to my bedroom and ate it, then went and cleaned up during a commercial break later.  Once the game was over - Dallas won 16-7 - I turned the TV off and covered it back up. 


Well, I'm going to head back to bed and see if I can get back to sleep.  I have had difficulty getting comfortable so I could sleep.  I thought perhaps if I were to get up and write this post and "get it off of my chest" I might feel better.  


Goodnight/morning - take your pick!