These past couple of weeks have been rough. I've been working a lot and haven't really gotten many workouts in. That makes me extremely cranky. I'm exhausted and everyday I think of how much I want to buy a house or how I want a day off to do nothing or really, just how we haven't had a vacation for almost 8 years. 8 years! Our last vacation was right after we graduated high school, our families went together. Adam and I basically came home from vacation and went to college. From there we graduated, got jobs(I lost jobs), then I got more jobs and we moved in together, and got married. After that we got the dog and here we are. Life has really gotten in the way. I really just want to take a honeymoon. I don't think I care where.
He works so hard for us and I had two meltdowns this weekend because I was tiered and didn't want to go to work. Two!!We invested in a nice camera this week and he kept saying how he couldn't wait to help take pictures for my blog and then I go bat-shit crazy on him because I'm sick of working 7days. Seriously? I'm probably one of the luckiest people I know when it came to love. I married my Jr. High School sweetheart that I completely yelled at this weekend. I'm sorry.
I love you. I'm sorry. You always forgive me when I least deserve it. You keep your mouth shut when you want to fight back. You've stood endless hours to watch me cross finish lines of races that I was no where near winning. I promise, for your sake I'll make it to the gym this week or run a couple miles outside. I will try to control my temper and not blame you for me being the one having to work two jobs through the holidays on you. And lastly, I promise to spend your birthday with you since the past two years were you giving me love and support because Gramma died on your birthday.