What do you do when you want to stab your husband in the leg with your overgrown toenail?
Inspiration struck me this afternoon for a post while in the grocery store with my husband trying to figure out dinner-which was super delicious in theory but turned into a mushy mess. Ugh.
But I just had a huge fight with my husband & right now I am steaming mad. Like steaming & I can’t even think straight to write a decent post. PLUS the post I was going to write was about my husband & I’m not feeling really lovely towards him now.
And the worse part is I wish I could blog about what this particular fight because I’m 90% certain that there is a bunch of you who can relate & maybe even pass on some words of wisdom. But I can’t…why? Because I’m the stupid person who decided to inform all my family that I have a blog so they can read everything & that may not be a great idea since some of it may involve them. See I’ve said too much already I must not continue…
But if you insist. Tell me what you do not to make up with your husband because really I can’t explain to you how far that thought is from my mind, but tell me what YOU do to get back to your center. You know the place. The place that isn’t the place where you are still mumbling under your breath & maybe kicking his shoes on purpose or wanting to stab him in the leg with your overgrown toenails while you sleep.
Maybe I should start an anonymous blog don’t worry I’ll post the link once it’s up.
I’m going to go eat a Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich because irony is therapy.