It's All About the Benjamins, Baby!

I don't really have a plan for this post, I thought I would just do like a stream of conscious type thing.  For starters, I have officially fallen off the fitness wagon, which (let's face it) I was precariously perched upon from the get-go.  I am just not a routine exercise person.  I love playing sports and hiking, but if it is something that I have to do everyday and I feel like I have to force myself to do it, I can't convince my self that it is worthwhile.  So, I am trying to find alternatives to stay active that don't include a monotonous and mandatory regime.  I am eating healthy and walk up and down the stairs as opposed to scooting down on my ass.  That's gotta count for something, right?

Now's the time in my program where I bitch about how insensitive my husband can be.  We were out to dinner the other night and I had just finished off my 2nd Ultimate Margarita.  (Mmmmmm, margarita, on the rocks, no salt)  He was blathering away about what a waste of space our spare bedroom was and that we never used it, yada yada, when I casually stated that it wouldn't be that way forever.  And, by the way, when were we going to start talking about having children?  Well, do you know what the b-stard said?  And I quote, "If you want to have a baby, you're going to have to start contributing more financially."  I was speechless!  He is the only person I know who could take a nonchalant question about the future of our family and reduce it to an economic issue that had to do with my "inadequate" income.  As if I was talking about a new TV or pair of diamond earrings, some luxury item that I would have to save-up for.  That I was asking his permission to have his child, please, please , please, I promise I'll make more money!  And he would say, "Okay dear, but only if you're good and work real hard."  I mean, WTF?  So, whatever, he tried to play it off like I misunderstood what he meant, which is his usual cop-out, but let's just say I had to wear an extra pair of socks to bed cuz damn, there was an icy chill in our house that night.

Moving on... these last two weeks have seemed to be suspended in time.  You know you're in trouble when you wake up every day of the week, including Monday, and think it's Friday.  There has just been an enormous amount of activity taking place at work, lots of things are changing or will be changing, I don't feel appreciated for all the extra work I do and to top it off, I got a verbal ass-chewing for having a bad attitude because I wouldnt bend over backwards to accommodate some last minute publicity scheme!  Gimme a freakin' break, I can't be Mary Sunshine all the time, aren't I allowed to have an off day?  It's not like I brought a machine gun to work and started gunning people down.  But, whatever, I am taking it in stride and assuring myself by standing in front of the mirror and repeating, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, most people like me!"  

On the up side, I am hoping that in the time slot I should be working out, I will be more diligent about posting on my blog because I have come to realize it is the most affordable form of therapy I can handle.  And since I have to save every penny if I want to have the honor of bearing my husband's children, I 'll need all the help I can get!