Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-09-30 07:31:27 (UTC)

Neither Here Nor There

My husband is walking on eggshells around me, and I don't feel the least bit bad about it. He needs to stay on track, and I feel like I have no choice but to be hard on him. To remind him when he's getting too lax. When he's reverting back to old behaviors. I hate that I feel more like his mother than his wife.

I got upset with him today because Annie texted me at 2pm, reminding me that I needed to go with her to some financial aid workshop at 6pm. I didn't know anything about it. Apparently she'd mentioned it to her dad, but since I'm always off on Thursday he just let it slip his mind because it didn't affect him. He said nothing to me about it. Once again, this goes back to the constant harping I do about communication, and how important it is. How I need him to talk to me. I tell him everything, and he volunteers no information. Nothing. I can't get anything from him unless I specifically ask about it.

The financial aid workshop was kind of pointless for us. Annie has a College Bound scholarship and doesn't need to jump through quite as many hoops as most of her classmates do. Her tuition and books are covered, and there's a small stipend. She'll still need to work, but it won't be the financial hardship for us that it potentially could be (or will be for Kiki and Keenan). I filled out all the scholarship applications, grant applications, the FAFSA, you name it, on my own. I had a little help from my counselors, but no real help from my parents, and no workshops. It's nice they have such a great support system for kids who need it, but it wasn't particularly helpful for us. The only thing I learned was that Annie's counselor is hot. I'd do him.

I usually walk in the evening, but since I was at the high school this evening, I didn't get to. Had I known I was being committed to a school function, I would have gone on a hike earlier today instead of hanging around the house, but that's neither here nor there. Once the kids were in bed, I retired to my room, turned on My 600-lb Life and basically marched in place... for 8 miles. It feels silly at first (I've resorted to this method a time or two before), but eventually I got into a groove, and before I knew it I'd blown my step goal out the water! Over 17,000, and I only had about 5,000 when I started. It was my most active day this month as well. Something about watching those people fight for their lives, their freedom, really inspires me to do the same in my own life. Even though I'm not obese, and I will most certainly never be 600 lbs. I respect their struggle.




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