Truth be told...
I never thought I'd have a blog. But reading Lisa's keeps me entertained and so making one of my own may keep me even more occupied when my tootie is at work.
Yes, tootie. Like..cutie. Only said weird.
Which brings me to my next truth. I am worthless without sleep. Working graves keeps me up at night and down at day. Meaning sleep is very easy to not come by these days. Who can sleep when the other half of you is in the next room? Not. Me.
No sleep=No energy=No gym
Anyone who knows anyone knows this is a problem. Don't forget who I married. Not saying that he's one of those gym freaks and lives there or goes twice a day, once to work out and once to flex in the walls of mirros to everyone who is not looking, and knows all the trainers on a first and last name basis or anything (really, that's not what I'm saying because we make fun of those guys) but working out on a regular basis makes him happy. And me going means I'll be with him, and be happy. And me having no sleep and no energy and no desire for the gym means he goes by himself, unhappy, and I stay home--exhausted from nothing--unhappy.
Simple solution: get sleep, go to the gym.
And like I said...not so simple. Crazy how only a few hours apart when we could very well be together makes us unhappy.
(This thought makes me happy)
I guess if the hardest part of my life is just figuring out how I can get the maximum amount of time with my husband, down to the second, of everyday...
then the truth is
my life
is pretty. dang. good.
Anyone who knows anyone knows this is a problem. Don't forget who I married. Not saying that he's one of those gym freaks and lives there or goes twice a day, once to work out and once to flex in the walls of mirros to everyone who is not looking, and knows all the trainers on a first and last name basis or anything (really, that's not what I'm saying because we make fun of those guys) but working out on a regular basis makes him happy. And me going means I'll be with him, and be happy. And me having no sleep and no energy and no desire for the gym means he goes by himself, unhappy, and I stay home--exhausted from nothing--unhappy.
Simple solution: get sleep, go to the gym.
And like I said...not so simple. Crazy how only a few hours apart when we could very well be together makes us unhappy.
(This thought makes me happy)
I guess if the hardest part of my life is just figuring out how I can get the maximum amount of time with my husband, down to the second, of everyday...
then the truth is
my life
is pretty. dang. good.
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