Happy Birthday to me...

So yesterday was my birthday. I haven't posted for a while because I've been busy at work and we had a guest staying with us. Overall it's been a pretty fun last couple of days. We went to the Moroccan restaurant over the weekend which was a great time! The decor was really beautiful inside of it and the food was delicious. I think everyone had a good time. We went to Emily's place afterwards and hung out on her rooftop pool. I drank a little bit too much and ended falling asleep in Emily's apartment while everyone played Rockband. We all jumped in a cab home so that was good. I felt pretty crappy on Sunday and after going into the city, slept for a lot of the afternoon.

Monday, I met DH and his friend in Georgetown for happy hour. Then we saw on the news at the bar that there was a terrible Metro accident on the red line. The pictures looked awful. It is just so unexpected and tragic. I feel so safe on the Metro. I hope they figure out what happened and make sure that it never happens again.

I took yesterday off for my birthday. I'm very happy I did because I really needed to get some sleep and downtime after doing so much running around. We went to a baseball game the night before so we were out late. After dropping DH's friend off at the airport, we went to the pool. DH never really likes to go with me because his skin is really sensitive in the Sun. I had a nice time hanging out with him at the pool, but he didn't stay very long. We went ice skating later on that day. I love to ice skate and it is something that I am actually decent at. I can go backwards pretty fast and go on one leg. I took a class in college so I know a few small tricks. DH is not as good, but he likes to go with me. We managed to schedule in some sex since we hadn't had time because of DH's friend being in town. Most nights DH and him had stayed up later than me since DH took off work. Later that night we went to the baseball game (Nats v. Red Sox) with Emily and Matt. DH was cheering for the Red Sox, which was kind of annoying. I felt for the Nats, because there were way more Red Sox fans there and my husband was one of them. Of course the Nationals lost, but not as much as the night before. We made it home at a decent time and DH and I were arguing silently. It was stupid.

I was irrationally angry with him for abandoning the Nats and annoyed at going to another game which they lost (I don't remember the last time we went to a game they won). Then he started bitching about how he had some rash from being in the Sun today at the pool. He said he didn't want to go to the pool anymore, which I thought was a little irrational. He had put sunscreen on (30 SPF). I said that maybe he needs to put a stronger one on or he could wear a shirt. But he wasn't really willing to compromise. We went to sleep after making up a little bit. This morning, supposedly, DH wanted to get up early this morning because he had been off work for the last 3 days and expected a lot of work. Well for some reason his alarm didn't go off at 6AM like he planned. I get up at 6:45AM like I usually do and DH says to me to wake him up 7AM. I'm like ok, so you wanted to get up at 6AM and then you get up late and instead of getting up at 6:45AM you plan on getting up later. I go back at 7am and he says get him up before I leave at 7:30am. So stupid. I don't get it. How he needs to get up at 6am but then he doesn't even get up until 7:30am because his excuse is "well the alarm didn't go off at 6am so my plan to get up early didn't work?". So it's either get up at 6am or get up 7:30am? He cannot get up anywhere in between? It doesn't make one iota of sense to me. But whatever, it's not really important. He's not required to be at his desk at 8AM, just responding to phone calls and checking his laptop.

It's stupid to be annoyed with him for getting up later and produces nothing but resentful, annoyed feelings for my commute that I take out on fellow Metro riders usually with angry glares. I can only think of a few reasons that I'm resentful towards him for sleeping late. First, we argued last night so I was hoping to spend some time in the morning talking to him and hugging him so that I could go back to work feeling good. But instead I was just resentful and had to force myself to be reasonable and give him a kiss goodbye. Second, I'm jealous that he is sleeping in comfortably in bed. It's hard to see him resting while I have to crawl out of bed and head off for work.

He did send me a text later this morning saying "I love you. I'm sorry we fought yesterday," which was nice. So I'm trying to get over this and let it go. I just wish it was the weekend. I kind of feel like I need a vacation even though I had yesterday off. Well, tonight it's back to reality and back to they gym. I've been eating terrible the last couple of days and I'm looking forward to getting back on track.