



Doesn't a little bit of color make all the difference? I'm writing today about Damion. I just love him. Last night I was a little mean to him so I'm gonna blog about it - in sort of an apologetic way - although we all know he will never read this, it will make me feel better.
okay so yesterday, I worked 9 hours, then went to the gym for 45 minutes then came home. I was tired, I was hot and sweaty and I had no clue what we were gonna have for dinner. Damion tends to call me before lunch daily to ask what is for dinner. Really? I have no idea. It is very rare that I will actually plan something for dinner. Why? Because most of the time 1 of 2 things happens - 1. He doesn't ever get home in time to eat dinner and then whatever I have fixed is nasty and cold or 2. He's had a big/late lunch and his stomach hurts or he's not hungry. In all reality, Damion is perfectly content with a turkey, provolone and mayo sandwich - or scrambled egg and cheese with mayo(toasted bread)he's not real picky. So last night Madison wanted shrimp scampi and pasta and EL wanted tuna. I was too hot to eat and wasn't gonna have time to eat because I had 4 reports to type. 4! I go all summer without having any and then all of a sudden I have 4 in one night! Depending on which doctor the report is for makes all the difference in the world - these were all long ones. okay so I also had a load of laundry on the table that needed to be folded, a load in the dryer that needed to come out and a load in the washer that needed to be put in the dryer. I also had a full dishwasher of clean dishes that needed to be put away and let's not forget the sweaty body that needed to be showered. Well, when Damion got home he went right to his spot - his side of the bed in front of the nicest tv in the house. I get that he's tired, he's worked all day, he's mentally drained blah blah blah. I may sound like I have no respect for him but I do, I REALLY do. I know how tired he is. I want him to sit and veg out but last night, I wanted him to fix his own dinner and fold some clothes. It didn't happen. It turns out that Madison didn't eat all the shrimp pasta I made so he had the rest of it and some cereal. You're curious as to what I had for dinner? Oh, I forgot to eat. See, by the time I finished my reports (and I only got 3 done) it was 10 o'clock and I still hadn't had a shower. Needless to say, I left all those clothes on the table and jumped in the bathtub. Emma-Leigh had fallen asleep in my bed and when I came to bed Damion rolled over and opened his eyes. I asked him if he would carry EL to her room and he just got up and went to sleep in her bed. So I was a little peeved at him. But I'm over it now and I love him more today than yesterday (well definitly more than last night haha).









