I've kind of been a grump lately. And I have my reasons. Trust me. I have a lot of complaints. Let's just start with this week.
- I had a dentist appointment. Blech.
- My dumb smart phone drove me halfway around the city today trying to get to our softball.
- Not one, but TWO softball games were rained out this week.
- On that note, after my dumb smart phone drove me halfway around the city and I got to my softball game, I hit one (a pop-up, of course. Sigh.) and then the game was called due to rain.
- Our AC was broken for most of the week. One night, it was hotter in the house than it was outside.
- The week has been DRAGGING so slowly.
And that's not even counting how sick I am of H traveling for work. Listen. (Listen, Linda, honey, listen... Have you seen this video?) I think that spousal travel goes in waves. The first couple weeks, you're like "Yeah, I'm awesome. I don't need a man. I can be a bachelorette. I'm rocking this. I can do whatever I want." And then that first giant spider crawls out from who knows where it had been hiding when the nominated spider-killer in the house is gone and you're done. You know? But really, it's not about the spiders. The first few weeks - easy. And then you just get kind of sick of it. And I'm pretty sure that after you're sick of it for a little bit, you just kind of get used to it and put on your big girl panties. But right now? I am SICK of it. And I'm sick of being responsible for everything. And cleaning. OMG. I have considered becoming a hoarder because I just don't want to clean anymore. Is that wrong? Because if it is, I don't want to be right.
Anyway, I complain about all of this only to say that I know I shouldn't be complaining. I should stop being a frumpagrump. I have a good life. We're part of the DINK (double income, no kids, I just learned) community which means we have A LOT of freedom. We were this close to jetting off to Vegas this weekend (oh - that's another negative - no Vegas!). We're considering taking a series of mini-road trips in September over the weekend. And we can do that. That's pretty awesome.
I have an awesome apartment. I have good friends. I have a great husband who is HOT (I know because I was staring at pictures of him yesterday). Not only that, he is so supportive, not only in his job making the big bucks, but of the goals I want to pursue.
My life is awesome. Seriously. And I am grateful. But sometimes, I just struggle.
I struggle to write things like this. I have a hard time knowing where the line is between being honest and being too negative. Is being negative too honest? But at the same time, I don't want to portray this image that I've always got it together or that I'm always happy (HA. Fat chance of that thanks to THIS phenomenon).
Anyway, hats off to the close of this week (soon!) and to the beginning of a new one, with hopefully a better attitude.