I got H and I a reservation at the most AMAZING hotel out of town in December. Just the two of us. It is super fancy and I am going to to dirty things to him.
I told him that we have a reservation and to block off that weekend. He has no idea where he is going.
I am slightly annoyed because I want him to do stuff like this for me. But because I work in the hotel industry - it wouldn't make sense for him to EVER book a room for us. I almost always stay for free. And this hotel is like $400 a night and it is completely comped. It is still annoying though
I am going to apply for a couple jobs today. These will be second jobs. I have been putting this off for awhile hoping H would get a job but nothing so far. Can't wait any longer. I so hope I can get one.
I am just worn out mentally. I am near tears all the time. I think some of it has to do with the fact that yesterday was the 12 year anniversary of my mom dying. I need to snap out of it.
I have a long-term back injury, which flared up for the first time in years on Saturday morning, literally 30 seconds into my regular class at the gym. Since then, I have been really struggling to keep things running smoothly here - my H is out of town on a 2 week international business trip, and I work from home and am super swamped. So, my house looks like a tornado went through it, I haven't been able to leave the house in 4 days, and I'm getting tired of laying in bed and being late with work deadlines.
Why can't I be V's version of upper class and have a live-in maid?!
Post by venice2007 on Sept 17, 2014 8:41:11 GMT -5
Had a great rainy run this am and had to cut it one mile short due to lightening. One damn mile. Ugh! Lol oh well at least for once it felt nice out to run except that I was soaked but it still felt cooler. Well cooler for Tampa anyway :-) H is home today. I love when he's home during the week! I interviewed for 3 more yoga jobs. Please please please pray I get them. They would be fantastic classes/students to teach!!
My mom does this every year and then lays the guilt trip on me. She asks for our Christmas list in September. Problem is my bday is the end of September. I don't even know what I am getting for it and somehow I need to think of more ideas. I know I know FWP.
And she only gives small gifts and then the rest is cash. So I need to think of small gifts that I will want in 3 months. Maybe I should send her the link to the Too faced chocolate bar listed on QVC right now.....
Post by peachykate on Sept 17, 2014 8:51:48 GMT -5
I sold a coffee and end table that I refinished last week on Craigslist last night.
My fence still hasn't been installed, if it's not done by Friday heads are going to roll. I think 90 days is more than enough time to hold onto my deposit and do nothing.
Jax is doing so well in school, this is the first time since he was born that he hasn't cried going into school/daycare. He was one of those kids that whined and cried every single day even though he had been going since he was 8 weeks old.
Post by peachykate on Sept 17, 2014 9:06:10 GMT -5
Oh, and I went to the dentist yesterday and have four more freaking cavities. Hyperemesis ruined my damned teeth, I'm convinced if I had another baby the acid would just erode them right out of my head.
Jax's teeth are also a mess, which is partially from his acid reflux and babies of mom's who had HG also have notoriously crappy baby teeth from lack of calcium during pregnancy.
Clearly no big deal in the grand scheme of things but I was super annoyed at myself yesterday.
My hands are tore the fuck up though. I pray we don't have to do snatches on Thursday.
Gloves, man. The best thing I did for my hands when I started lifting heavy was get a pair of training gloves.
My parents arrive tomorrow for a five-day visit. I'm looking forward to being spoiled a bit.
I feel like I'm so behind on work. I just got back from a conference and finished a big project, I *ought* to be feeling ahead or at least on-target right now and instead it's more of the same feeling of constantly feeling like I ought to be getting more done.