This week has been really hard.
My emotions have been swinging way way down and then back up again.
I’m still fighting this sinus infection/migraine/maybe-I-should-give-in-and-admit-I-have-allergies thing that I’ve had for the last two weeks. So, I’ve been exhausted and cranky and (if I’m really honest with myself) a downright bitch to my husband.
But I’m lucky. My husband is sweet and loves me more than anything and he doesn’t complain when I yell at him about stupid shit that seemed much more important than it actually was. And despite the fighting this week, I think it was ultimately helpful. I tend to keep things that bother me to myself until I just can’t take it anymore and then I explode (which is why I may seem like a nice person 95 percent of the time but that other 5 percent HOO BOY! you’d better stay out of my way).
But I wouldn’t want anyone else for my husband:
(It’s a little bit of a blurry, crappy shot but I was trying not to wake her)