The reality of that little monologue- Paul doesn't actually care whether I go to the gym. It's 7:45 and I'm still at the office admiring this duo- my KMT transplant buddy, Emily, and son Leif! Adorbs (I can say that stuff this late in the day).
Monday, July 20, 2015
You Know When....
It's 4:30 on a Monday and you're absolutely buried at work and your well-meaning husband calls and says....."so you don't think you're going to make it to the gym tonight?" And you love him a lot but you want to scream (and I do in my mind), "NO I do NOT need the pressure of trying to fit it all in tomorrow just to get to the damn gym." And I try to stay sweet through gritted teeth and say something like "Whoopsy, I guess I'm going to have to buckle down tomorrow sweetie pie." Which is exactly why I need to go to the gym- I get very passive aggressive otherwise.
The reality of that little monologue- Paul doesn't actually care whether I go to the gym. It's 7:45 and I'm still at the office admiring this duo- my KMT transplant buddy, Emily, and son Leif! Adorbs (I can say that stuff this late in the day).
The reality of that little monologue- Paul doesn't actually care whether I go to the gym. It's 7:45 and I'm still at the office admiring this duo- my KMT transplant buddy, Emily, and son Leif! Adorbs (I can say that stuff this late in the day).
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good luck with the crazy work !!
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