My husband thinks I'm crazy

Yes, he does, and the truth is, I probably am. I mean, all women are some sort of or amount of crazy. Don't try to deny it ladies, because you know deep down you are have done some crazy things over the years. So, on to my story.

I get in funks, we all do right? But this was Saturday night. We had gone to dinner, come home, were watching TV and it happened. I do not know if it was boredom, or that I felt like a giant pig from the Mexican food I wolfed down earlier. Or perhaps, it was the fact that the jeans I put on were tight. Yup, muffin top tight. I'd blame hormones, but I know its me. I eat way more than I should everyday on occasion. And lately I've been mourning my upcoming 30th bday. I also have been missing life as it used to be. Hanging out with friends, dancing with the girls, cocktails, movie nights and game nights.

I have been jealous of my friends who seem to have it all. Brunch dates, the cutest clothes, hair, etc... I admit its silly and my life is good. I mean I've got a loving husband, adorable furbaby, good job, home, food etc... But yet, a funk it is. Maybe I just am more feeling complacent. I mean nothing "new" has happened in about a year. After last year, perhaps its just my body's way of saying do something spontaneous.

So, I digressed. Saturday, funk, husband... It was pouring down rain and I decided I needed to look for office decor. So we headed out to HomeStore. I wanted bookends. Nada. I did find some baskets and hangers. (hubs looks at me and says ok, well its not bookends). So we get back home and I'm still in the funk. So I decide to find a movie. There I am sitting on my bed, watching some random Lifetime Movie and I decide, I am going to the gym. Yes, I at 9pm went to the 24 hour gym and ran. I good 30 minute all-out run. It felt good. I got home all hopped up on endorphins. I want to cry. No real reason, just want to cry.

Hubs looks at me and I know he's thinking, this woman is crazy. Today was better, but the funk is still here. I know I know, its just a phase, it will go away,  but seriously, I think I need something new. Normally I go with a new hairdo, but I have been growing my hair out so that won't work. Meanwhile, I'll just make random trips to the gym at 9pm and hope my husband embraces this.

Well, I just rambled, but hey its my blog right?

Tales of a Work Widow

My husband travels for work. Today, Canada, tomorrow who knows. Some wives may think this is horrible, but I love it. Don't get me wrong, I miss him, but sometimes its nice to have the house to yourself. I mean we both need our space, and hey I lived alone before him. Though it does pose a few problems. It means I have to take the pup out in the am and pm (and I'm not a  fan of the dark). It means I have to remember to do the odd things he takes care of like, the trash, locking up the house, opening the dog door, setting the A/C, etc.. Amazing how you never realize how many small things can take so much time in the morning. Which means I had instant oatmeal for breakfast and my hair is in a bun, but he we got all the things done and made it out of the house only 5 minutes late. Check plus for me! Just makes me appreciate the little things he does that much more!

As for Monday, well other than the sweets binge I had this weekend, I was pretty good. We celebrated a friend's birthday and then I had some much needed family time yesterday. Now just 10 12 day and I'll be on the beach in Puerto Rico, but who's counting ;)