I'm in the middle of a good, healthy adult-sized tantrum. My day sucked.

Remember about me not having gas, and spending the last three weeks showering in icy cold water?

Belendor told me yesterday he would get up at 6:30 to meet the gas truck and buy the tank. He got a little annoying in saying we should flip a coin about whom of us would get up that early, but I didn't budge. I hate, utterly loathe to wake up early, whereas he doesn't especially mind. And, since we got together, he has not washed a single fucking dish and has not washed one of his countless socks. Or boxers. Or any laundry item whatsoever. I have done it ungrudgingly, because he actively hates doing all those things, whereas I don't especially mind.

So I told him, you're up for the job and we're not discussing it. He agreed. Before falling asleep, I asked him to wake me earlier than usual because I wanted to take a long, long hot shower before going to work (I usually shower at night). He said OK.

This morning, he woke me 10 minutes later than my usual time. He was fresh off the (HOT!) shower and humming about happily, and when I asked him why he hadn't woken me earlier as I had asked him to, he said he'd forgotten. I was a little annoyed at him, because I've been raving to take a hot shower for ages. You know, bathing in cold shower is not that bad, I mean it's not torture, but after almost a month of shivering through my ablutions, I yearned for hot water. So he knew perfectly how much I wished for my shower and still he forgot.

Anyway, we went to work. All through the morning I could think about nothing but going back to the house and taking my long, long shower. No such luck, of course. The minute I got in the house, the doorbell rang. It was Belendor's cousin. She is a very nice girl and I like her a lot, but right then she was only an obstacle between me and my beloved bathroom. But I couldn't just tell her to go home, because this girls come to my house in hopes of escaping their own, which happens to be a concessionary of hell in this earth. She and her sister usually come and stay for an hour, or maybe two, so I figured I'd wait till she left and then take my bath.

This time, however, Lucy didn't feel like going soon. She just talked and talked. One, two, three hours went by. We had lunch and, when taking a pan away from the stove, I somehow manage to give myself a really nasty burn in the delicate flesh that lies between the thumb and the first finger. I now have a blister the size of a pea, and it hurts like a fucking bitch.

Then the doorbell rang again, and it was Belendor's aunt. They stayed and stayed. My mind was yelling at them "Get out!" but they just didn't take the clue. I could think of nothing but steam in the mirror, heat on my back, really washing my hair, shaving my legs, and still they wouldn't leave.

At about ten, they said their goodbyes and left. I jumped to the yard, checked that the heater was on, and proceeded to the bathroom stripping as I walked. I had barely reached it when the doorbell rang yet again. Lucy and Auntie were back. It was pouring outside and they wanted to wait inside till it tapered off. I let them in again.

An hour and a half later, the rain stopped. Lucy and Auntie exit right. I rush to the bathroom, I strip completely, I open the hot water and jump in the shower. Aaaahhh.

Fifteen seconds later, and without any previous warning, the hot water is replaced by icy cold water. I fling myself out of the shower, nearly breaking my hip in the process. Shivering, cold and naked, I rush to the yard so everyone who might pass by can see me and wave if so inclined. The heater is off. Muttering under my breath, I turn it on and return to the bathroom.

This time, I wait for a few moments before jumping in. The water starts to warm up, gets hot, really hot.... and then, it is witch's tit cold. With dark thoughts I return to the yard, and of course, it is off.

This little pantomime repeated itself about five times. Then I decided the heater hated me and called Belendor to the studio. I tell him all my woes. I even start crying a little. Gods' sake, I only wanted to take a shower, I'm not asking for a helicopter, and why in the name of christ doesn't that mutherfucker stay on? Then this little male efficienty thing started to piss me off further. First Belendorian question: Have you checked the heater is on? Yes, honey, of course I checked, I'm not a troglodite. Second question: Well, then turn it on again. Yes, baby, well I'm trying to tell you, honey, I've tried about a zillion times and it just doesn't stay on, I wouldn't've called if it were as simple as that, now, would I? Ohwell, he says, then you'll just have to shower in cold water because I won't be home until tomorrow. But there must be something you're doing wrong, because this morning I took a shower and the heater worked just fine.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT COMING HOME TILL TOMORROW, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD I WANT TO TAKE A FUCKING HOT SHOWER AND WASH MY FUCKING HAIR, AND DON'T EVEN MENTION THAT YOU SHOWERED IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THE ONLY REASON WHY I DIDN'T HAVE MY SHOWER IN THE MORNING WAS BECAUSE YOU, YES YOU, DIDN'T WAKE MY EARLIER AS I ASKED YOU TO!!!!!!

He hung up on me.

I'm in the midst of a tantrum, and my finger hurts like hell.