Today was the first day back at work after being off for four days. It was really quiet...there were only four of us there, and two work an early schedule...REALLY quiet.

OS and I had an argument yesterday when I got home from a day spent with my friend Kat. He decided to clear off the dining room table because it was very cluttered. He did this by collecting anything that was mine and depositing it on my bed. He needs to understand that curing his anxiety by transferring to me is not a viable solution. I'm a cluttery kind of person. Flotsam and jetsam collects around me like shells on a beach. Eventually everything gets sorted through and put to rights, but I do it in my own time. Which, clearly, is not suitable for him. Oh dear.

We stopped yelling fairly quickly, and everything calmed down. He was depressed about the argument, and life in general, this morning. Says he wants to "talk to me" this evening when he gets home from work. Oh. Goody. A talk. I just want to coast right now. Guess it's time for the parenting part of the brain to kick back in. Darn.