Recently I have been really jealous of all of Garry's trips and experiences. He's been able to travel and see some fun things over the last few months.
I feel a little stuck. Molly will not take a bottle very well and so we're never apart for very long. It can be a bit much some times and even though Garry complains about airports and hotels, I just think about time to read, a king sized bed that was ALL MINE, feeding myself first in the morning (what? what?), adult conversation, no diapers, no fighting!
Sidenote: do you know what Emma and Macey fought about today? They were pretending to catch imaginary fish and eat them and Emma was eating all of the imaginary fish.
Is it any wonder that I'm a little jealous of Garry's time away?
So, I've been a little passive aggressive in my jealousy and anger. I called Garry a nickname he HATES on purpose and last night I stole his pillow and pretended to be asleep while he was looking for it.
Small stuff, but it makes me smile. There's a shirt in my closet I know he hates. I think that I will wear it tomorrow.