How About A Side of Annoyance?

I'm at the annoyed stage now. That comes after rage which followed sadness which followed denial which followed numbness. What comes after annoyance? I don't know. I'm hoping to make its acquaintance soon though.

Every time I have to deal with something to do with the divorce I'm annoyed. Fucking son of a bitch. I got the draft for the final terms of the divorce in the mail. Now I have to review twenty pages of what is going to determine the end of my marriage. Think of it like a business deal, I hear. Well I typically don't have intimate knowledge of the penis owned by the other participant in the business deal so I'm having a little trouble disassociating my feelings from the process. 

When I don't hear from Army Boy about arranging the kid drop off, I get annoyed. Curses flow freely. Really, I have to be bothered with this? 

I'm annoyed that Army Boy hadn't shaved when I saw him. Did he skip shaving because he knows I like it? Because he wanted to look good when I saw him? Well, I used to like the stubble. Now he just looks homeless. Here's $10, go buy yourself a fucking razor and shave. 

I'm annoyed that I went home and cried for twenty minutes after Army Boy picked up the kids for the weekend. I'm annoyed that he asked me to take them back at 3:00PM the following day but I'd be even more annoyed if he wanted them longer. 

I'm annoyed that our no-communicado mode of operation lead to Army Boy dropping the kids off at my house while I was waiting for him in the parking lot fifteen minutes away, where the other child exchanges had occurred. Why did he think he had to drop them off at home instead of the spot where we have met the last few times? Annoying. 

I'm hoping the stage after annoyance is acceptance and happiness. But I'm pretty sure the annoyance stage is going to be the longest one yet....and that is annoying.