Tiring Trip

This trip to Penticton sure was tiring.  I didn't do much, other than sit in the vehicle as Maxx was driving, and sit at Dad's or at the memorial service, or at Mum's early 75th birthday dinner, or in the car while driving home ... but I still feel so sore and tired, and very grumpy!

Maxx was complaining about the mess the cats make when we get home and suggesting that we need to decide what to do with them ... then I exploded that perhaps if he was more into doing the cleaning that he's promised to do time and time again, the house would be in a better condition to start with, and there would be less chance that the cats would feel comfortable making messes in rooms which are clean ... and you can't blame Trouble for making a mess in the bathroom, as who knows how long she she was locked in there, or even how she closed the door.

I get drive into a rage whenever we mentions we should get rid of animals because of mess.  If that's the case, he's the first animal I should have gotten rid of ... after all, HE has two hands and opposable thumbs, his issue with cleaning is not that he CAN'T do it, but that he MUST  play World of Warcraft, or play stupid games on his phone or computer, or he MUST go out and play Dungeons and Dragons with his friends, or take them shopping or run errands for them, etc.  Being married to someone who has such a screwed up sense of priorities is NOT fun.