Okay, it's been a week since FH moved in, and I'm exhausted. I was tired before, and had been conditioning my body to go on less sleep, but this is ridiculous. A couple nights ago, we went to bed at 11pm. I woke up at 2, at 3, at 4:30, then fell into a deep sleep in time for my 6:30am alarm to go off. FH had a great sleep! He snores, so he wears something called a "snore mender", which usually works well, but his saliva ducts have been working overtime and it sounds like he's gargling at night. I feel like such a cruddy partner. I'm exhausted all the time, and have zero energy. We've made love once since he moved in, mostly because we go to bed too late for me to do anything about it. He's not working at this time, so a late bedtime isn't a big deal for him, as he can sleep in. Thank God I've been conditioning my body to go on less sleep, but this is still hitting me hard and I feel like a bitch, and am not much fun to be around. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has experienced challenges with going from living alone to living with someone, but I'm wondering how a person copes with things like sleepless nights, and manages to still be chipper to her partner the next morning. I would love to come home from work, and dance through the door with a smile and a big kiss, but to be honest, I come through the door bleary-eyed, not caring about much other than eating and stroking things off my ever-growing to-do list. He's not bothered much by the things it takes to keep a house, as his Mom did it before, and he's been doing bare minimum things. The entire rug needs to be vacuumed, but I haven't had time for about a month. He made a mess last night and vacuumed that up, but left the rest of the rug. He did his own dishes a couple nights ago, and wasn't aware that the others were dirty and needed doing as well. He could've picked them up and looked at them, but instead, drained the water and walked away. I guess I just expected more of a team/partner feeling instead of a roommate feeling. Silly, I know, and really not a big deal in the long run. I'm just tired, and thought this would be different. I should add that we never really got around to talking about things like chores, bills, and how much he's going to pay me per month. I had requested that we do this well before moving in; it just never really happened in-depth. Okay, stupid rant is over, and I'm going back to laying out my book.
