It's only an hour

It's been a hell of a week. The house nearly imploded from the hair the cats are shedding and the stuff I didn't manage to clean. It was a draining week at work, I worked my "day off" for various reasons, my child was difficult and OH YEAH, there was that whole FACE STITCHING incident.

The Man is due home tonight from his business trip. He was supposed to arrive at three minutes before 6. He's now arriving at 20 minutes past seven. I know it's only an hour but right now, unfed, overtired, frustrated at everything, it feels like DAYS.

And I am terribly irrationally angry at Air Canada right now.