I dyed my hair yesterday and heard Sora enter the bathroom when I was washing it out. A few minutes later, I heard the box with the dirty gloves and dye bottles fall over. Later, I saw what I thought was a cut on Sora's nose. Nope! It was hair dye. He wanted to be a redhead like me!
So, I asked my mom for a GP recommendation. I call to get an appointment, no one answers, and the voicemail message says "no wellness exams will occur on the first visit." Um, so wth does occur on the first visit?
So, Mike is over two hours late and hasn't called or sent a text. I'm allowed to be mad, right, 'cuz I'm pretty annoyed and about to move to plain old mad.
I did it! I actually got off my butt, went to the gym, and worked out. I'm completely determined to get into healthy habits and there's no time to start like the present!
Nothing like a mental health discussion with your husband to illuminate the fact that, while we both try, he has no fucking clue or real understanding after more than 10 years together.