Or Is It Just Me? This is a ranting entry.
This is just a entry of me bitching about different things, so BEWARE. haha.
So lastnight as I was on my way home I took 35E South instead of North and ended up on The George Bush Turnpike East to pull over. I got on the phone with Brent, which my phone was just about dead. It had one bar left..and was beeping at me. So I was asking him if I was going the right way b/c it didn't seem right to me. He said, he wasn't sure. They (him and Pepper) were trying to pull up a map to figure out where I was, but before they could say anything about directions on getting back on the right track.....THE PHONE DIED. I almost started crying b/c I don't know Denton well at all, but I didn't. I tried to stay cool and relaxed so I could think. Then I was like what the fuck am I going to do? So I prayed and then turned around. Got back on 35E North and found my way from there. On the way home I was thinking to myself, "Now if Brent would've listened to me earlier today then we wouldn't have this problem." Yesterday after the interview I ate lunch with Brent and told him my phone was almost dead and asked him how much would it cost to get a car charger with his discount. He said like 6 or 7 bucks. He should've just went ahead and got it for me then b/c my phone wouldn't have died, I wouldn't have freaked out, and he wouldn't have been soooo worried about me. I guess there is a positive to this, I found that God does listen to me and he does answer prayers....are am I just smart? I don't know, but either way I'm glad I got home okay. I don't know how I made it b/c I had nooo clue where I was.
Today when I woke up I felt like shit. My head was pounding, nose was stopped up, couldn't stop coughing, my stomach was churning, and I was like deadddddddd tired. And Oh the CRAMPS! gah. It def. wasn't a good combination. I woke up earlier b/c I thought Brent would call me from his cell on his break. He didn't call on his break and didn't call me before he left for work. So that really scared me b/c he got like 3 hours of sleep lastnight. I was worried that on his way home from work something terrible happened to him, like falling asleep at the wheel. So when it was 6:30 I start getting ready, so I can go look for him b/c I realized that he left his cell here...and when he does that he normally calls me from the work phone to let me know he's on his way. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't stuck on the side of the road or worse. He finally comes home while I'm in the tub and oh man what a relief. I had both my cell and home phone in there with me just incase there was an emergency with him. I'm so glad he was okay. OH man I don't know what I would do without him. I love him soooo much!
Then I started telling him that one of needs to go to the store. He knew that I'm sick, so he said he'd go...but when it started getting late he told me he was to tired and didn't want to go. So I ended up going and that kinda pissed me off b/c Isn't the husband suppose to take care of the wife while she's sick? Well he did make me Chicken Noodle Soup, so I gotta give him credit for that and he did stay up late b/c he was worried about me lastnight..so he was dead tired. Gah, I hate fighting with myself in my head. I always do this. Something will happen and I'll argue with myself about what should've been and what is. It goes back and forth in my head over and over again. It's like I'm debating with myself what pissed me off and why it shouldn't have pissed me off. It's like two different people are in my head and one of them are complaining about something and the other is taking up for him. Does everyone do this, or is it just me?
-------------------------------------------------------------------EDIT!!!!
Like I said lastnight, he's my wife and I'm the husband. haha.
So lastnight as I was on my way home I took 35E South instead of North and ended up on The George Bush Turnpike East to pull over. I got on the phone with Brent, which my phone was just about dead. It had one bar left..and was beeping at me. So I was asking him if I was going the right way b/c it didn't seem right to me. He said, he wasn't sure. They (him and Pepper) were trying to pull up a map to figure out where I was, but before they could say anything about directions on getting back on the right track.....THE PHONE DIED. I almost started crying b/c I don't know Denton well at all, but I didn't. I tried to stay cool and relaxed so I could think. Then I was like what the fuck am I going to do? So I prayed and then turned around. Got back on 35E North and found my way from there. On the way home I was thinking to myself, "Now if Brent would've listened to me earlier today then we wouldn't have this problem." Yesterday after the interview I ate lunch with Brent and told him my phone was almost dead and asked him how much would it cost to get a car charger with his discount. He said like 6 or 7 bucks. He should've just went ahead and got it for me then b/c my phone wouldn't have died, I wouldn't have freaked out, and he wouldn't have been soooo worried about me. I guess there is a positive to this, I found that God does listen to me and he does answer prayers....are am I just smart? I don't know, but either way I'm glad I got home okay. I don't know how I made it b/c I had nooo clue where I was.
Today when I woke up I felt like shit. My head was pounding, nose was stopped up, couldn't stop coughing, my stomach was churning, and I was like deadddddddd tired. And Oh the CRAMPS! gah. It def. wasn't a good combination. I woke up earlier b/c I thought Brent would call me from his cell on his break. He didn't call on his break and didn't call me before he left for work. So that really scared me b/c he got like 3 hours of sleep lastnight. I was worried that on his way home from work something terrible happened to him, like falling asleep at the wheel. So when it was 6:30 I start getting ready, so I can go look for him b/c I realized that he left his cell here...and when he does that he normally calls me from the work phone to let me know he's on his way. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't stuck on the side of the road or worse. He finally comes home while I'm in the tub and oh man what a relief. I had both my cell and home phone in there with me just incase there was an emergency with him. I'm so glad he was okay. OH man I don't know what I would do without him. I love him soooo much!
Then I started telling him that one of needs to go to the store. He knew that I'm sick, so he said he'd go...but when it started getting late he told me he was to tired and didn't want to go. So I ended up going and that kinda pissed me off b/c Isn't the husband suppose to take care of the wife while she's sick? Well he did make me Chicken Noodle Soup, so I gotta give him credit for that and he did stay up late b/c he was worried about me lastnight..so he was dead tired. Gah, I hate fighting with myself in my head. I always do this. Something will happen and I'll argue with myself about what should've been and what is. It goes back and forth in my head over and over again. It's like I'm debating with myself what pissed me off and why it shouldn't have pissed me off. It's like two different people are in my head and one of them are complaining about something and the other is taking up for him. Does everyone do this, or is it just me?
-------------------------------------------------------------------EDIT!!!!
Like I said lastnight, he's my wife and I'm the husband. haha.