Ok.. so my best friend has informed me my blog is boring! ha. She said 'all you post is your Better Philly stuff! Tell me more about you!'
Ok. So here's me.
It's 3:55am and I am up with nasty heartburn. Never had it until I had a baby. Thanks Boston. You were worth it though.
I like to say heartburns... but my hubby always corrects me and says 'it's singular! HeartBURN!'
So... I figure I'd listen to him this time. He's asleep...
For the first time EVER on the couch.
I have to say... I was quite a jerk to him last night. I know I was.
He was great to me... Yesterday I went to the gym, came home-ran out and went to a movie with my pregnant girlfriend who desperately needed a 'Mommy break'.
And by the time the day was said and done... Hubby never got the chance to even leave the house.
There were a few underlying issues... that I really shouldn't go into.
But I'm up at 4am and after thinking about it...
It's my fault.
We had a great weekend, and courtesy of me... I feel I ruined his at the very end.
He's the only person in this world that I desperately want to make happy. That I desperately want to make proud. And when I know he's lacking any of that.... I feel so bad.
Well... only when I KNOW it's my fault.
Did I mention he changed the lightbulbs in the house yesterday?
Yeah. He went ABOVE and beyond being the perfect hubby/dad. Although Boston never left his pj's... but that's ok.
So... tonite is going to be a definite IOU.
Will you come back to bed?
I can't believe this is the first time he's EVER slept on the couch...
I hate it.
Yeah, I know.