Disregarded

I learned at an early age that I was the one who should be inconvenienced, I was the one who was wrong. For example, the family would order pizza with a whole bunch of stuff on it, I only liked olives, pepperoni and cheese, it was my responsibility to pick off what I didn't like, because I was the one who was wrong.

This morning, I was inconvenienced. Seven in the morning, I had only been asleep for four hours at this point, I wake up. Not only is the typical snoring of the hubby ringing through my ears, but the houseguest who had gotten off work an hour before, was now playing Halo 3, with the stereo on. There is no door between the living room and the bedroom. "Chief! Chief! Move 'em out!" The Halo theme playing as clear as a bell. To make it worse, instead of starting his own game, he decided to continue on with the one I devoted four hours to yesterday. Gee, not like I wanted to play my own game or anything.

For three hours I listened to a mix of snoring and explosions. The hubby waking up for just long enough to ask me what was wrong before rolling over and resorting to snores again. Ten till ten and he sets the controller down, smokes some of MY weed, finally turns off MY 360 and goes to sleep. By this point, I basically have to stay up because another hour and I have to play alarm clock for the hubby. I was frustrated to the point of tears.

Of course the hubby doesn't get it, any of it. "You could have just gone out and turned the stereo down." "You know you can go back and play through those levels on Halo." Really? Not the fucking point. Maybe I was fucking proud of myself for going as far as I did on my own, earning those achievements was kind of trumped by him and I didn't even get to see it happen.

I finally get back to sleep around two, after the hubby had left for work. It was an unsatisfying sleep. I woke up at five, the houseguest again playing the 360, different game this time at least. And the shocking part? He didn't even bother to turn on the stereo. Seven in the morning, turn it up but late afternoon? Nah, might as well finally be considerate, huh? After I finally ventured out into MY living room, all of thirty seconds went by before he bummed a cigarette. I'm irritated.

Don't get me wrong, I know I am being overly sensitive, I always am, but isn't my annoyance at least partially justified? Now I have to figure out what to do for the next three and a half hours before he leaves for work. Yay for me, right? I wish I could go back to sleep.