I could tell you so much more of what worse is happening to me, but I will refrain from those graphic details.
Today marks 20 days until we leave for Mexico. I think I've been excited for so long, my excitement is wearing off. Or maybe, it's just easing until the night before and then I won't be able to sleep. I really am looking forward to it, I'm just ready to be there, instead of just wishing I was there.
My honey is camping with the guys this weekend. It's really about time that he did go be gone for the weekend. I love him to pieces and hate when he's away for an extended period of time, but I get some me time when he leaves too. It's a complete win/win. The kids and I can hang out, and I don't have to feel guilty when I sit on the couch after work...He's the type that likes to have everything done before he sits down for the evening, and I'm the type that is so sore and tired from being on my feet all day, it's all I can do to walk in the kitchen for a drink during commercials. And, there I go babbling again.
I have so many things I could vent about, but now that I'm here, those things just seem so minuscule. I'm definitely taking it easy tonight, I'm still exhausted, and the hot flashes feel like they might kill me. That's right people...I'm dying! Haha, I know not funny. I'm really not, but if I were to whine about anything, it would be about that, about the idea that I'm dying of heat exhaustion. Did I mention that we haven't made it above 82 degrees in Seattle yet this year? I feel horrible for all of you East of my mountains having triple digit temperatures. Stay cool!
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