Work is kicking my ass up-down-sideways. That little stunt that Cong.ress pulled way back in October has made this holiday season way more stressful than I needed it to be. I was in technical meetings 8-hours a day for 8 days straight right before Christmas that left me exhausted and barely able to function. As a result, everything at home fell apart. Being the so-called cruise-director in the relationship sets me up for failure when I get stretched thin. S either doesn’t pay attention or doesn’t listen, or more likely isn’t paying attention. Wires keep getting crossed, I’m stressed, I’m angry, he gets angry, shuts down and the cycle perpetuates. Meanwhile, I feel like I have two kids.