Self-fulfilling prophecy

It's amazing how dynamic a relationship can be. We spent a lot of time yesterday morning cuddling, basically patching up from a rough Saturday. Later in the morning, my response to a complaint about a result obtained when something was done the wrong way - seriously: the cheesecake comes out of the pan way easier if you take the springform side off  first - undermined our progress.

I've got to admit that I'm impatient lately over little things.  There isn't one particular issue; my biggest overall concern is over the direction of your life, in two areas.

I'm glad that you can volunteer, and that you can be such a great support to your (our) friends, but I don't think you have a very good balance right now.  I know there also needs to be balance in our responsibilities. The thing is, I'm not willing (yes, there it is) to pick up so much slack just so you can do what you want. Maybe it's more accurate to say I'm not going to do so much extra when I disagree with the priorities you've set for your time.  But we both know that I do plenty of that when there's a real need.

I wish you would notice things more, though. One example: dust bunnies happen because we don't clean on a schedule. We should. Sweeping is not just a "when you notice," "when company is coming," or even a once-a-week chore. But when we haven't done it, I'm going to notice and will usually grab the broom and take care of it.  And no matter how much I try to remind myself not to, I'm just not able to keep from resenting it just a little when I do.

The second thing is that so much of your leisure time is spent on programming that I'm not interested in, a significant amount of which really bothers me. It detracts from us getting time together, which we really need to grow.