I am in a funk and blaming it entirely on the weather. It's warming up, thankfully, but it fools you: you put on shorts and a tank top, step outside, and are fine until the wind blows the tiniest bit and you're freezing your butt off.
I don't think I am going to be happy until we are consistently in the 90's.
Joey ran a half marathon this morning and I am quite jealous about it. I mean, he doesn't really even train for these things anymore, he just does them. It's pretty incredible. At least I can do power yoga. That's what I keep telling myself.
We went to church this morning. The thing that touched me the most was a lady I barely know- but respect-called out my name, just to tell me I looked "beautiful this morning." I told her she did too (totally sincere) and we gave each other a hug. It sounds so stupid but it's what we crave, it's how God made us thank you very much.
Reminds me of a post I wrote a long time ago. Joey and I had been arguing and he said something like, "The only way you are going to be happy is if all I ever say to you is I love you and you are beautiful." To which I thought, that would be so wonderful if that is all you ever said.
Ha ha. Not really. My husband has a lot of good things to say, it's just as a girl I can't get enough of I love you's and you are so pretty's.
You girls know what I am talking about.
Anyway why the heck am I writing about this dumb stuff?
I'll tell you why. It's the Annual Spring Funk. It's wanting the warm sun so bad it's messing with all my hormones so all I can think about is my hubby telling me he loves me and thinks I am hot.
I'm serious. This is legit and documented somewhere. Or at least it should be.
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I blame mine on being a mom. Constantly having some sort of crust on my clothes from snot, food etc. Not getting or giving much adult attention to my husband because I am constantly interacting with my very needy children.
I rarely have time to fix my hair or iron my clothes. I am still fighting off the prego pounds. I see absolutely nothing appealing about myself, I mean who else would want a used old bag who is pushing 30 and comes with major baggage (in the form of babies).
Therefore I NEED my husband to reaasure me that he still thinks I am awesome and sexy.
It't the only shred of self esteem I have.
But eh, maybe it's the weather.
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