A Caregiver's Need to Rant

My caregiver's rant for the day:  I have had a bronchitis cough since the middle of November, and I can't seem to get rid of it.  So all I wanted to do today was take a little nap after lunch.  I told Adrian I was going in to take a nap after I put the laundry away.  I invited him to come with me and put his laundry away, too.

Well, he fiddled with his back-pack first, emptying it on the bed and going through everything in it.  Then, when I was ready to go to sleep, he started to put his clothes away.  I asked him nicely to leave them and do it later so I could sleep.

"Why?" he said.

"Because I can't sleep while you're doing it."

"It will only take a few minutes," he insisted. 

"Fuck," I said and walked out of the room.  I came into my studio and locked the door behind me.  I just wanted to cry.  No matter how much I do for him, he can't seem to change his schedule one iota for me. 

He is probably already sorry and wanting my forgiveness, but I don't care.  I don't feel well. 

Later . . .

So I was petty, impatient and bitchy.  I'm bipolar, give me a break.  Adrian hates it when I'm mad at him, and so do I.  We made up after I finally took my nap.