My husband seems to have stumbled across a lemon of a wife.
Seriously, I’m falling apart…or it feels that way, anyway. My back is seriously out (sciatica? Maybe?) and I’m walking around like someone who’s had a stroke. It’s an effort to go from laying to sitting, from sitting to standing, and then back the other way. I’ve had back issues most of my life thanks to a lovely case of scoliosis and other things, and it’s been bad before, but this time around it pretty severe. Who knew that the innocent jumping-jack would set me off.
And I threw a temper tantrum last weekend.
I wonder about myself sometimes. Most of the time I’m pretty put together (I think, anyway…others may beg to differ.) But sometimes I just feel like I’m going to explode from silly, asinine frustrations and that comes out in the form of a good old tantrum.
And I’m in my thirties.
I’m waiting for my husband to pull out the warranty and see if he can return me for a new model. You know…one with fewer defects and a better temperament. But, for some crazy reason, he’s sticking with this model. Love that man.
In other news…progress is being made towards the goal of becoming a full time college student. That entails a number of things, but the largest factor (for me) is resigning from my job. Talk about scary. I’ve been on my own since I was 19. I’ve had a job since before then, so I’ve been making my own money for a good while now. It’s going to be interesting to have to depend on another person for financial support. I know it’s doable, but it’s going to be a really, really weird transition for me (and I’m sure for him too…no more weekly runs to the bookstore for either of us…oh, the agony.)
I have to say, though, I certainly found myself a good one.