Off Your Chest

Dear FI,

thanks for putting up with all my shit. I know I've been very emotional lately, hopefully when we get home I can get off these damn BC pills and you can get snipped, lol. I love you very much and am sorry if I get angry over stupid things.

Dear Self,

You really need to start looking for another job. You are miserable in your job and you take it out on FI. You dread getting out of bed everyday to go to that god forsaken place and its making you feel unproductive and bad about yourself. Seriously start looking for a job after the wedding, no buts!

p.s. you can't lose weight by eating good for several days and then bingeing and then eating good and bingeing, its a vicious cycle, another goal to work on after the wedding.

Dear Sister,

You are such an amazing mother. I don't know how you take care of 3 yound children all on your own. I know 15 months is a long time for your hubby to be gone, but I am praying that he will return home safely from Iraq. Just enjoy the time you have with your children, especially Alyssa. I pray that God will give us many more years with her. I promise I will come out to visit. Seattle is a long way away, but I need to quit making excuses and buy a ticket. I can't tell you how much I admire everything that you do.

Dear Self, You have no one stopping you but yourself, so get up and off the couch and start doing those exercises!!!

Dear FI,

I appreciate you today. Not everyday, but definitely today. Your ability to read my mind has been absolutely DEAD-ON today. From the Starbucks coffee you brought me after I finished my 12th hour at work to the dinner you picked up from KFC despite the fact I sent you to get chicken at the store because I still planned on cooking when I finally got home.

And once my tired ass finally walked in the door after a 14 hour day, you told me to sit down so you could get a plate and soda for me and then sat there keeping me company while I inhaled that meal in about 3 minutes flat since I hadn't eaten in 24 hours.

And now, you're driving to the store to buy me cigarettes because in my uber-stressed, exhausted, drained of brain juice state I have decided I want to get liquored up and a cigarette sounds like the perfect side dish to my martini.

And you've done this kind of thing all week for me. When I sat in a chair for 3 days this week, unable to walk because a freaking cyst the size of a lemon had exploded in my uterus--- you walked me to the bedroom, brought me massive quantities of narcotics, did the laundry, cooked and cleaned all week, and called me several times a day to check up on me.

I am lucky. I am appreciative. And more in love with you every day.

Dear husband,

Take some lessons from Frank! I didn't wake up to anything but a sink full of dishes, a whining cat , a dog that had to pee & a 16 year old that wanted to know if I'd gotten the corsage for his homecoming date yet. I want chocolate & roses instead!