I think the world is a little less balanced when I'm not bitching about something in my blog. :-) Well, I mean, it's not always bitching...right? Sarah asked me to please update my blog, so I finally am. I've really been meaning to lately. I'm sure most people reading this understand what it's like to encounter various thoughts/situations during any given day, which you make mental notes on to include in a later blog. Yeah? With that, my head should be full, but as I now type, I can't really remember anything too remarkable over the two weeks since my last blog.
Joe and I have both returned to work. He seems to be working later than usual, and I do my best just to get to work. I can't remember the last time I woke up energized, either on a work day or a day off. I really need to adjust my diet and actually begin to exercise again - still waiting for that last little bit of boot in my ass to get going. Joe is doing well with his PT, though. I'm a lucky gal. Now I just need to pick fights for him. A creepy coworker I've never met before that today looked me up and down as he asked how old I am and if I'm married is my natural first choice for Joe to fight. And after telling Joe the story, I believe that dude is Joe's first pick as well. The guy even said "Tell your husband he's lucky." I soooo need mace and a taser.
Speaking of my job, I want to quit it. Or, I want to have some magical job that is available as soon as Joe leaves for long stretches but that I don't have to work at when he is home. Not possible, right? I just hate working weekends when Joe is in town. Granted, I don't work every weekend, but I feel like every day - every minute counts, so any day I work while he is at home really eats me up. But then I think of the money we would give up if I quit. Of course my next thought is that there is more to life than money. Time together is the most important thing. Still, I won't be quitting anytime soon. No point. Joe is about to leave again for several months, and of course my student loans aren't yet paid off. However, I must report that they are now in the teens (of thousands) - no more twenty-something-thousand dollars worth of debt. WOOT. If any of you are on the fence about paying off your debt or have a plan to just let it hang around forever, then let me tell you that it feels AMAZING to pay off. You literally almost feel a physical weight lift off your body. It's a great feeling of empowerment. Try it.
But anyway. Joe and I both have tomorrow off - our last day off together until something like Feb 6. Ain't that a damn bitch. I have no idea what we'll do. I had all these plans in my head of things to get done in the house between absences - painting, curtains, purchasing of yard equipment, furniture staining, other painting, patching and caulking. But here we are at the end of our time again. I can do these things myself. I just don't want to. A little sad, but I'm alright.
With that, I'm going to end this now in an effort to get my arm scratched (we're laying in bed) before Joe goes to sleep. Night all.
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Enjoy your time together. It's really all that matters in the long run :)
Katie, I know you're the last person I need to tell this to, but you need to pump Joe like he's going out of style. Consider him Vitamin J and just work him like a Pez dispenser. See, for a guy, this is a dream come true. For the lady, this is tedious enough to make separation tolerable (at least in the short-term). So, for you and Joe, I suggest freaky ************ing. Word.
justin, are you saying that katie needs to almost decapitate joe and attempt to get candy out of his neck? you sick bastard.
Yay for updating your blog! :)
I get how you feel - even though my marriage is no way on the same level as yours in terms of my husband going out of town, I still feel eaten up on the inside when I'm at work (or some other school sponsored activity) when he is home. This Robotics club thing is crazy and I finally convinced him to join me a few evenings a week so lesen my guilt about staying at school until 8:30 pm every night. I know Paul enjoys his alone/decompression time by himself at home and that makes me feel better. But, still. It's a woman thing! We belong with our men!
It's all good, Katie. Hang in there and I know I understand where you're coming from. :)
LOVE YOU!!!
I can relate to feeling like you're chosing money over time with your husband...that's why the boys and I are in the midwest while nic's in Cali - financially its near impossible to be with him- thank you "unaccompanied" moves... You could always substitute teach while he's gone? and wait on him hand and foot when he's home? :)
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