Saturday, February 28, 2009
Living in slow motion.
I can't keep my eyes open. Every muscle in my body hurts as well as some of my bones. Nightshifts can kiss my lily white hind parts. Seriously.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
My "new" sewing machine....
Around christmas time, my inlaws were getting rid of this sewing machine. Naturally, I wanted it badly! It's so beautiful and old and just looking at it makes me happy.
A sleepy Saturday night...
.... so it might actually just be "me" that is sleepy. But whatever, it's Saturday night people! It's a party! OK, no, it's not.
As some of you may know already, I work a lot. I have ONE free weekend a month, every other weekend I work. Most weeks I work 55 or so hours a week. That's not much, but it's enough to get me good and tired by the weekend.
Another thing I'd like to point out before I continue on with what surely will become a rant: Mark (my husband) and I never fight. We don't squabble, we don't become annoyed with one another easily. We have never been one of those couples that butt heads frequently.
Ok, so the meat of it. It's my weekend off. My ONLY weekend off until this time next month. I want to be lazy. I want to sleep late AND take a long nap. I want to drink coffee and read one of my millions of books I don't have time to read. I want to eat a bloody steak and get drowsy and relax. This is all I care about doing.
Mark though, he works 35 hours a week and has every weekend off. He misses me. More importantly, he's bored. He wants to be busy. He wants to go do stuff. I just don't have the energy. I really don't care that I don't have the energy. I don't think it's unreasonable that I'm ok with the relaxing, I really don't. '
So, now we're irritated with each other and I'm wondering how far I should take this. I don't think it's fair that he becomes irritated with me because I'm tired and don't feel like getting dressed up and going out. I enjoy my pajamas more than would seem humanly possible. I don't want to put on regular pants... even more? I don't want to put on a bra. I want to watch trashy movies and take an awesome nap!
I know he just wants to be with me, that he misses me. I know that this is because he loves me more than anything in this world. I love these things about him. And I love him. So I got dressed and we went to Barnes and Noble. I made him buy me a book and some coffee. We went to dinner with my Dad and his girlfriend. I did those things and now I'm free to relax. (also I'm free because there's a UFC match on tonight and he loves those probably as much as he loves me.)
I love him. And I know I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world to be loved by someone like Mark. He's amazing and wonderful to me. I shouldn't complain. He's an excellent husband. I need some sleep though. I need quiet time. I need alone time. I need silence and calm and relaxation. I need him to understand these things and to not make me feel guilty for not wanting the same sorta weekend activities that he wants.
Alright, well I know this was incredibly boring to read. Gold stars to those of you that got through it all. I just needed to get it off my chest. It was boiling up and the last thing, the VERY last thing I can handle right now is a fight. No.No.NO. So, it's better this way.
Cheers y'all.
As some of you may know already, I work a lot. I have ONE free weekend a month, every other weekend I work. Most weeks I work 55 or so hours a week. That's not much, but it's enough to get me good and tired by the weekend.
Another thing I'd like to point out before I continue on with what surely will become a rant: Mark (my husband) and I never fight. We don't squabble, we don't become annoyed with one another easily. We have never been one of those couples that butt heads frequently.
Ok, so the meat of it. It's my weekend off. My ONLY weekend off until this time next month. I want to be lazy. I want to sleep late AND take a long nap. I want to drink coffee and read one of my millions of books I don't have time to read. I want to eat a bloody steak and get drowsy and relax. This is all I care about doing.
Mark though, he works 35 hours a week and has every weekend off. He misses me. More importantly, he's bored. He wants to be busy. He wants to go do stuff. I just don't have the energy. I really don't care that I don't have the energy. I don't think it's unreasonable that I'm ok with the relaxing, I really don't. '
So, now we're irritated with each other and I'm wondering how far I should take this. I don't think it's fair that he becomes irritated with me because I'm tired and don't feel like getting dressed up and going out. I enjoy my pajamas more than would seem humanly possible. I don't want to put on regular pants... even more? I don't want to put on a bra. I want to watch trashy movies and take an awesome nap!
I know he just wants to be with me, that he misses me. I know that this is because he loves me more than anything in this world. I love these things about him. And I love him. So I got dressed and we went to Barnes and Noble. I made him buy me a book and some coffee. We went to dinner with my Dad and his girlfriend. I did those things and now I'm free to relax. (also I'm free because there's a UFC match on tonight and he loves those probably as much as he loves me.)
I love him. And I know I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world to be loved by someone like Mark. He's amazing and wonderful to me. I shouldn't complain. He's an excellent husband. I need some sleep though. I need quiet time. I need alone time. I need silence and calm and relaxation. I need him to understand these things and to not make me feel guilty for not wanting the same sorta weekend activities that he wants.
Alright, well I know this was incredibly boring to read. Gold stars to those of you that got through it all. I just needed to get it off my chest. It was boiling up and the last thing, the VERY last thing I can handle right now is a fight. No.No.NO. So, it's better this way.
Cheers y'all.
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