I think I must look a lot different to myself than the rest of the world. I mean I know I could never be Miss America but I don’t think I’m terrible to look at. Ok, I admit, I’m overdue for a haircut. And I need to lose a few pounds. (It’s sad that I’m thinking about this, right? Like why should I give a fuck?) I guess I feel like I’m failing as a mother and as a wife. I don’t have a bedtime. I never wear pajamas. And sometimes I forget to brush my teeth. I sound like a real winner, don’t I? When did I stop taking care of myself? Holy shit. This is not the example I want to set for my kid. I need to take care of myself, too, so I can be there for him. My poor husband. He hates me all the time. We’ve been bickering often.
The latest was our Sunday fiasco…
That was my journal entry. I’m just gonna leave it at that and fast forward through the next 19 hours… Boat. Beach. Beer. Lots of beer. Boat. Restaurant. Boat. Home. Sex. Work. Fall asleep on couch. Bed.
We ended up making up, but not really.