A day in the life....

Here goes...venting sesh! Prepare yourself for whining, complaining, and anger. I hate tuesdays and thursdays! YES! I DO! Why do you ask? Well let me tell you. I get to school at 8 freakin 15 in the morning to start a ridiculous FOUR HOURS in the studio. By eleven, frustration, boredom, and hunger sets in, and my ability to listen and focus is completely gone. Then we hurry to the hub to get something to eat before booking it to our next class. Another hour and 15 minutes of lecture in the dark after lunch = very sleepy eyed, bobble headed Jess. But its not over yet folks. By now its 3:00 and I'm ready to call it a day, but oh......no.... natural disasters. Literally, that's the class I go to next. Try staying awake in that dark room of approximately 300 people and your sitting in the back where the professor doesn't even know you exist. Impossible. Pretty much, today, I slept, and might have drooled a little too. Then on tuesdays, the fun isn't over for another couple more hours where I leave class to attend an MRC meeting. Heels is not always a best choice on these days, but you know me, and my shoe fettish.

Anyway, today was a THURSDAY. Already a "not looking forward to waking up" day. I decided I would do it with a positive attitude and actually shower and get READY! I know, miracle. I got up, hopped in the shower, and did my new sassy hair! I was feeling pretty good, and decided this might be a good day. New dress, cute hair, feeling cute = positive Jess. Got to the studio, where the temperature can't decide if it wants to be winter or summer, and begin the day. LONG DAY is all I can say. By the time I waited 20 minutes for the shuttle in 85 degree weather and then got home, I was hammered. Mike wasn't even home yet. bad news. He leaves for work at 5:30 and isn't home at 5? eeekk....he's going to be a big green (smelly, might I add) monster. He's ultra stressed out with school, work, life, etc... that I know working all day will make it worse. But do I have any strength and energy left when he arrives to pick myself up then tend to his needs? Not really. I know, Terrible right?

Well as a good husband he went straight out again to mow the lawn and play with the dog who has been building up enough energy in the last couple of days to take out a small nation. She seriously has gotten on my every nerve this week. ANYWAY, I need to nap. He's mad. I'm napping and my house looks like a tornado has gone through it. Not only that, but the 85 degree weather IN the house isn't helping my energy level either.

In conclusion, BIG FIGHT! I'm telling you this only so you don't think we're perfect. Cause I know that's what you were all thinking. I was so furious, FUMING at the ears. Anyway, now he's asleep (on the couch might I add) and not cause I told him to sleep there, but because he fell asleep watching tv with Bella. Should I wake him and lure him to bed with apologizing kisses?

I think So!

Goodnight!