I try really hard, you know.
And I'm not talking about keeping up with the boys and all the housework...
and school, and work, and my blog.
I try really hard with all that too, but that's not what I'm talking about.
I'm telling you I try really hard to hate you.
Because I hate that you work ten times as much as you don't.
I hate that I have to sleep alone, more than half the month... every month.
And I hate that that means I have to wake up alone, more than half the month.. every month.
Because I hate that when you're running late or get caught up at work, you don't call or text.
I worry, you know. And I hate that when I finally call you, you act like it's no big deal.
Because I hate that you don't notice the little things like my new shirt or the way I extra super deep-cleaned the house.
Because I really do hate the way you think you know me so well. I hate when I'm excited to tell you something and you finish the sentence or story.
Because I hate your lack of planning. And I hate that even when there is a plan, you're always late so it never happens, unless of course it's your plans.
And Because I really really hate that no matter how hard I try, no matter what angry lunatic speeches I have planned for you, the second you walk in the door I fall in love all over again and it's as if nothing happened.. unti you're gone again.
I hate it, I really do.
xo, Your Loving Wife