Mustafa is being a crab. I don't know what is with that man. He won't speak to me and has been slamming doors and banging things around the house. Then he got really nasty and threw the alarm clock at me and said, 'Make sure you wake Adam up for school.' Then he went into the bedroom, slammed the door and I heard the bolt close. Hmmm. . . what has got into him?
I tried the door - it was locked, and of course he wouldn't answer it. I went into the girls room to get a blanket and pillow. Then I decided - two can play at this game! I got out my keys and locked the bedroom door from the outside too!
In the middle of the night, dear hubby has to go to the bathroom. But lo and behold! The door is locked from the outside! He ended up having to climb out the bedroom window onto the balcony and in the bathroom window. Of course he made all kinds of noise doing this. I was prepared!
After he finished in the bathroom he went into the kitchen and got a glass of water from the fridge. He came in and poured it drop, by drop, by drop on my head. I pretended to sleep through it all. He finally gave up and went back to bed.
He has never been very good at 'the silent treatment' - I am a champion at it! I think he will give up soon!
What a goofy man to be married to! Never marry a man who was born in the year of the monkey - he will always be up to monkey business!
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