...I still managed to get Mount St. Laundry completely put away & 2 additional loads of clothes washed & dried. So as not to be too productive, I left 1 of the last 2 loads in the dryer & the other is sitting in the laundry basket, unfolded. I kept my resolve not to do the dishes or organize the garage, though. They say a person should stick to their convictions, so I'd say I did alright. :)
Monday nights are usually a strange sort of monster to me. It's silly to admit this, but I just feel "off" on those nights b/c Justin works late on Mondays, where the rest of the week he's home by 4. I'm not sure if I should be glad that I feel so disoriented when he's not around or if I should be frightened. I have always despised women who are co-dependent & "need" to be in a relationship to be okay with themselves.
Monday nights can be nice, too. My besty & I usually "date night", which is to say we hang out, talk about all kinds of nonsense, say wholly inappropriate things, laugh & giggle like dorks, and occasionally watch a movie or some tv together. Chrysi is my heterosexual life partner. We're peanut butter & jelly; tea & crumpets.
There are a lot worse things in the world than loving someone so much that it sucks when they're not around. Especially when you're lucky enough to be in love with someone who feels the same. I don't know exactly what I did to earn such good husband karma. I mean, I'm married to a man who thinks he won some kind of lotto b/c he managed to snag my crazy ass & got a mini-me thrown in the deal. He doesn't care that I hate to cook or that the last few years I have really fallen short in all areas of housekeeping. (Need I remind you of the aforementioned pile of unfolded laundry & unwashed dishes?!)