can I just say that I hate sundays with a passion!!! each week I foolishly look forward to sunday as that is h's day off...now it seems I'm looking forward to a sunday when he wakes at the crack of dawn and leaves to go to the game instead of waking up barely eating breakfast and then getting outside to keep himself busy until 1 when he starts watching football for the rest of the day and night.
why don't I get a day off??? why can I never just go and do what I want? why does life revolve around him?
what is the point of being married?
I think I'd like to be a single old lady...funny is that is the way I see my future anyway.
