Maybe I am being petty and like, idfk, to put it bluntly, fucking crazy here but I am about to fucking scream.

An. had a surgery 3 weeks ago to get a benign tumor out of her brain. Obviously this means C.'s had to spend a lot of time with her while she's recovering to help out and stuff, no problems there. I'm ready for that.

But this means I am feeling very lonesome and emotionally fatigued because. I have had. Maybe 8 hours total. With my primary. In those 3 weeks.

She is getting steadily better though! And yanno, tomorrow is mine and C.'s anniversary so we're taking today. Finally. To have a good solid chunk of time together. He can't overnight so I'll still be a bit lonely and won't see him on our actual anniversary day but it's fine. Whatever.

Me yesterday: "hey I'm going over to H.'s, what time should I be back?"
C.: "early morning. I'll call you when I'm awake."

Cool, a little play by ear. But I can do that.
So we're both up at 7. By 7:30 I let him know I'm on my way home (and my drive would be 40 minutes while his would be 20)
C.: "I'm making sure An. has breakfast before I go"
Me: "cool. I'll pick up dunkin for myself on my way back so you're good to enjoy a meal there"

Then. Fucking. 8:45.
C.: "I'm waiting on a laundry load to finish so it's going to be another hour and a half"

WHAT. IN THE. ENTIRE. FUCK.
I am about to fucking crashout here this is not how I wanted to start my morning