I am not an easy person to be married to. I recognize this, and I hate this about myself. Do you know what my worst enemy is? It's a word. One word.
Adam gets to get a haircut with out arranging for a baby sitter first? Not.Fair.
Adam gets to sleep through the night every night? Not.Fair.
You know what I never focus on? The way marriage isn't fair in my favor.
Adam doesn't get to snuggle babies all day? Not fair.
Adam doesn't get to watch old Arrested Development episodes while eating lunch. Not fair.
But you know what? He never brings that up. And when I freak out at him for telling me he's tired (YOU don't wake up with the baby, YOU'RE not allowed to be tired!) he let's it roll. He never has to one up me. He always apologizes. He never throws it back in my face, even though he totally could.
So thanks Adam, for being my rock. I know that's an over used sentiment in the marriage world (at least in my mind) but I don't say it lightly. I don't joke that I'm crazy, I honestly feel that I am if only just a
The low times can be pretty low. I hope I make the good times worth it.