The last week has been better, I'll admit.

I don't know if this is because L (SS21, who has lived with us for two months) has spent most of his time not here, or because I'm getting better at dealing with him when he is here. But the last week has been better.

That said -

Today has not gotten off to the best start ever.

L went to work this morning before I got up, which is always a nice break - I get the morning to myself, relax, have coffee, play music, not tense and anxious because I'm living with someone with no emotional control.

L comes home, doesn't say hi (this isn't new), grumping about where's my ID I didn't have it with me when I was at work where did it go, oh there it is. Okay, this isn't new either, he can't seem to keep anything in a place where he'll find it. Not my problem, I think, making bread.

He informs me that he's almost certainly not getting the promotion he was expecting. This is not good news for me (see, I'm a selfish little person), because that promotion was going to mean that rent was going to start being paid (he's not working enough hours to afford to pay us rent), and that DH was going to set a time limit on him being here.

Fantastic.

L is in a super fantastic mood, stomping about and sulking. I'm feeling that tense anxiety creeping into me. No matter how hard I try, this is never something I can control.

He stomps over to the fridge and opens it. "Can I have some of this meat?"

(I should pause here long enough to say that L is a bodybuilder. I should be grateful that he's not a lazy fat slob who just sits around all day doing nothing, but the bodybuilding means that a: he's a narcissistic shallow self-absorbed person, b: he only ever talks about bodybuilding, and c: he eats everything in sight to maintain his bulk.)

"A little," I say. I've got some ground beef set aside for dinner. And since we buy the good stuff - grass-fed, organic - it's expensive. I don't like using it for anything other than dinner.

L starts ranting about how he never has enough meat and what are we even buying meat for if we never eat it and we only have meat like once a week and blah blah blah. (I'd like to add that the package of ground beef usually lasts at least two meals for three people... and since he's almost never here for dinner anymore...)

I send a text message to DH about it, forgetting that he's at work. "I don't have time for this right now," he responds.

I know I shouldn't bother him at work, because Dilbert's Construction Inc is not an easy job, especially when he's sleep-deprived. And honestly, I don't know what I expect him to do about it - we can't very well starve the boy, and we've already talked to him about moderation (which has, I'm certain, caused L to go to BM complaining about how we don't feed him enough). I'll apologize to DH for venting at him at his job later. I do feel bad about interrupting his job with something so small and petty. If it were something really bad, then fine, but this is, again, small and petty.

I already forgot what my point in writing here was, other than venting.

I'm pretty proud of myself for not being snarky and mean at any point throughout this (though I did sound a little testy when I told L to just eat the meat if he needed it). But I'm getting pretty tired of... well, frankly, I'm tired of him living here. DH and I agree that we're committed to helping L get on his feet, and L hasn't done anything egregious enough for us to warrant kicking him out. And in half an hour, I'll have calmed down enough to where I won't be so irritated by him. But I am pretty tired of his attitude and narcissism and total disregard for everyone else around him.

Anyway. Venting over. Back to your regularly scheduled lives