I forgot my anniversary yesterday. Technically, I didn't totally forget it, but I made plans to bring my sister up to Duluth forgetting that it was my anniversary and that Nick might like to do something. I felt really bad. And my eating was out of control on the way up there. It was awful. I was so sick when I got back. Onto another try at abstinence.
I had made a resolve to be a better wife several months ago, and I'm not sticking to it very well. The laundry is stacking up, the house is always a wreck, Nick rarely gets sex, and I feel like I'm a lazy f***. All I want to do is sleep or lay around reading. I feel exhausted most days; I just don't have the energy that I used to. Is this what getting older is like? Good grief, I'm not even 40 yet! Just because my body thinks it's older...
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