Over The Edge

I think today was it.  I have lost it.  And I snapped at Genius Golfer for it.  That makes me feel worse.  But the nugget of truth was still there--just the delivery wasn't ideal.

I get it that I am not a cook.  I don't enjoy it and find no pleasure in it other than I CAN keep my family alive.  But I tend to implement the "quick and dirty" method to a weekly menu and dinner each night.

GG has a different level of expectation.  Which, if you think about the fact that we've been married for 20 years now, it is a little late to come into the conversation.  So he is making the spaghetti sauce tonight.  And I'll probably eat all the "cheap" tasting guacamole this week by myself.  And if he wants the garlic bread sliced a different way, I suppose he'll do that too.

I am just glad that I can do a decent load of laundry.  Otherwise, I might not earn my keep around here.


Yes, I am frustrated.  Yes, I am feeling tired.  Yes, I am over-reacting.  Yes, it is probably hormonal. And Yes, I'll probably have to apologize, again.  But sometimes it would be nice to hear how great I am all the things I do accomplish.  I heard that kind of positive feedback from our water aerobics instructor this morning and it made me feel so good about myself.   I just wish I heard a little more of that at home.