Calendar Fail *

I’m starting to feel a little bit better, finally. Mastitis seriously sucks. I can function normally, but I’m really tired all the time and just don’t feel quite like myself still. Ugh.

I’m totally cracking up at Noah right now. A few weeks ago he insisted we sync our calendars, mostly because he wants to be able to come to Baby’s doctor appointments so he wants me to schedule them when he’s free. So we synced them, and I now get to see that he’s completely neurotic. Which is fine, it’s a lovable trait, really. But the guy schedules every fucking minute of his life. My calendar has maybe one or two things on it per week, his has 10-20 things per day and he writes himself little notes and stuff, and it’s all color-coordinated. I make fun of him about it.

Anyway, I think he forgot that I can see his calendar (or maybe he figured that I don’t actually bother to look at it) because I just noticed that he has an event scheduled for tomorrow that says "Surprise Date." Oops. I added "Hot thank-you sex" right after it, so I’ll see if he notices.

Yep. I can ask ask wine complain doesn’t matter. She just plain refuses. But then sometimes occasionally she’ll do it and it will be great, but then she bites my head off the next time I ask her to do it again. All my exes always have been more than willing to do it. And typically did it without me even saying anything or asking anything.

RYN: I don’t see what a counselor is going to do to help she is so fucked up mentally, talking to someone about our problems is just going to perpetuate her insanity. I have no issue with staying with her, just would be nice to be able to get my needs met elsewhere if she isn’t going to meet them.