We have a visiting prof in our house--a very nice man from Alberta. I confess, I was fine about DH taking him out for a meal and entertaining him (even though I haven't been taken out for dinner for at least 6 months). But I was pretty grumpy when they got back at midnight and yapped until 12.30. I confess I was less than subtle when I went down in my jammies (with a smile for the visitor and a glare for DH) and let the dogs back inside and turned the outside lights off.
I can't sleep unless it is quiet, I can't sleep when I'm worried about DH. I expect respect for my work as a mom and writer and I NEED my sleep.
I guess that makes me high maintenance and difficult--:( Sorry!!