 April 3, 2001 | ||
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Mike and I had talked about possibly blowing off this weekend and just getting someone to watch the kids for a few hours whil we went to dinner, but we changed our minds and have a romantic weekend in mind. We're going to the same hotel, but we're bringing the extra bottle of champagne from a year ago and we're going to bring and light our candle from our ceremony.
And hey, this year I'm not 8 months pregnant! Yesterday, I had a revelation: I'm sick of working with Mike. I love him, he's a great guy and seeing him 24/7 gets on my fucking nerves. I didn't see him all day yesterday, so at the end of the day when he instant messaged me, my heart jumped and it hit me: I am so totally tired of working with him. What's worse, I told him that. Like Mike, he took no offense. I had just been noticing that sex was getting to be a chore and that it lacked some spark. I'll grant you, I'm tired, but it was more than that. And distance makes the heart grow fonder. No, our relationship is not in big doodoo, but rather we've been spending a lot of time together working as a team to get him a job. It's been a LOT of time and I am just going to start taking walks in the evening by myself.
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