I guess this never got posted, this was from last week:
I have bad days at work, but the good days definitely outweigh them. Yesterday was the worst. I wanted to throw up and cry from all the stress. I even contacted a few people to see if their companies had job openings.
When I got home from work I stretched out on my bed and laid there for an hour. I had so much homework to do, but with the day I had I wasn't about to do any of it. When Wade got home we watched some TV. I went to the fridge and grabbed a baggy of leftover cookie dough from a few days ago, and jumped back on the coach. Wade said, "what is that?" I didn't want him to know what it was so I said it was nothing and to turn the show back on. He asked again and I said, "what do you think it is?? I had a horrible day." Again, I don't have very many horrible days, so he thought it was fruit. And I was like "fruit??? I said I had a horrible day!" When he found out it was cookie dough he thought it was adorable...
I needed to go to bed early so I was in bed by 8:30pm. I laid there without getting under the covers or anything--I as so tired--and Wade came over and picked me up and rocked me to sleep, literally. I said "you're the best husband in the world" and he said "yeah.. You're probably right."
I love him.
