Frustration---the warped tool.

I was raised as a lady. I do not ever, want to be anything less.
My parents never or rarely sweared in front of us, and I doubt they did it in private, to each other.
I live, with my true love, on an 11 acre soybean farm, however, our living space is tiny-compared to what I have always been used to.
And while it is fine to have 2 people a bit cramped up---having 5, is insane.
Add three pets, and it is virtual mayhem.
Especially using your living space-well part of it, as an office for the shop-adjacent to the living space.
 In comes the 3 other people who work here.
Insane or very-very frustrating.........both, at times.
I am starting to swear like a sailor-----now, I wonder why they get the blame for that????
I have never heard a sailor swear.
I do hear the people here swear alot and it is grating on the old nerves.
A guy thing........I don't think so......really has to do with the way you were raised.
And.......I am raising my voice more......this has nothing to do, I fear, with the man I love, being hard of hearing.......or me, being hard of hearing, either...........I am stressed.
I have been acting out and behaving badly------a real 'breaking bad' thing-ie.
I am ashamed and will do penance.
I  can get outside and take walks, but there are only so many times a day you can do this.
I really consider this an invasion of my home...so we have set ground rules......
In by 10am and out by 7pm..........
I admit, I still don't like it too much......but, it is the price you pay for having an on site business.
Or help with that business.
Frustration.............is a very warping tool.
I think I will watch a movie......see you later. Actually, I hope I don't.