Noah and I have spent about 7.5 hours over the past few days putting together the camp trailer. I need access to a table saw before I can finish, but all that’s left is screwing the floor down. I can do that alone really easily. Just called and left a message with my old boss. I hope he will let me borrow his table saw. H’okay. Sent him an sms and he said sure yeah. We’ll get together when he is back in the state. Noah says we will screw down most of the boards together today. I’ll just have the one left. I really appreciate my husband.
I have been kind of an entitled jerk a few times. I’m not good at saying, “Can we please get started now?” Instead I get started then wait a few minutes then make a snide comment about how I have to work alone. I don’t know why I do this. Noah is *very* good about getting up when I ask for help.
I think that part of it is I feel guilty all the time that I am asking him for too much. I don’t want to ask for any more help. But then I feel bad that he isn’t volunteering and I’m an asshole. It’s a great cycle for everyone, let me tell you.
Right now I am cooking breakfast. Calli asked for green beans, corned cob, and sausage. Wow. Sure. I’ll go to the store at the ass-crack of dawn so you can have your chosen breakfast, kid. That sounds awesome. Thanks.
I’m very grateful for my family.