Doug occasionally walks upstairs and chews the children out for something horrible like eating a snack in their bedrooms. When I ask how he is I always get “fine” even when I know he’s not. He asked how I’m doing and I replied that I’m having a bad day. He asked if I wanted to talk about it and I said no. Now he’s angry with me. If I had said yes and discussed it he would have been angry with me for whatever is bothering me. I just have a lot to do, things aren’t going well and I am tired of his cranky, cold behavior toward the children and I. Still trying to get the children to sit at the table and do some schoolwork. Can’t find some paperwork I need. Too much to do. Must go get dressed.