Couldn’t get out of my house fast enough on Monday. There is something about seeing post it notes everywhere that makes me squirm. I blinked and the work day was over. I felt like I accomplished next to nothing even though I stayed an extra hour trying to fight down the growing pile of work. I dragged my feet going home and ran some errands, I really didn’t want to go home to awkwardness. Z had signed the lease agreement but then sent husband a message admonishing him for “touching his things and invading his creative space” when husband had gone in the bedroom to close the window, take out the trash and vacuum. Technically husband didn’t touch anything of Z’s, our window, our trash can, our carpet and vacuum but what’s the point of trying to explain technicalities to someone who can’t even follow simple guidelines? Eventually Z came downstairs (in his underwear) and we sat down to discuss the lease agreement, why things are expected and how to move forward. Z claimed selective amnesia about certain things and blamed the rest on his friends. If he can be respectful and stick to the rules things should be fine, otherwise we’ll be right there to issue strikes. I am not tolerating nonsense from people anymore. I will not be uncomfortable in my own house. Fuck that. On a different note I think I may be addicted to these crackers I found at the local Aldi store. They are only $1.49 a bag and I find myself eating them everyday. I think it’s becoming a problem so of course I made a joke about them.