So, last night's evening out fell a little short.
We dropped the boys off at Nanny and Poppy's. Drove the 2 hours to the city and checked in to our giant suite.
It was time for me to get ready and since I was expecting my "crimson tide" I started feeling a mess about the way I looked.
I could feel my spouse's disappointment. He has seen this happen to me so many times. I'll have an outfit all picked out and ready and I look absolutely radiant, and then I start to pick every little thing a part about myself. When I looked in to the mirror I saw a horrible, hideous, freakish troll looking back at me and I was astonished. I couldn't believe how horrible I looked. My hair was flat, my make up wasnt right, I looked so fat, and I just started to hyper ventilate. I literally went in to the bathroom and crunched up in to a ball and closed my eyes. I had shut down. I heard the gust of breath my husband let out and I heard him drop on to the couch in the other room.
The good new is, I pulled my self out of it in record breaking time, got dressed, and had a quick drink. Then we were out the door for dinner!!! WOO HOO NO KIDS.
We got to the resturant and had a beautiful meal. I had fresh baked bread&lobster bisque for my first course and a glass of chardonnay. For my second I had pasta with tomatoes and basil in a sauce. My husband had a lamb dish. Dessert was beautiful. These lovely little pastry puffs with icecream in the middle with chocolate drizzled over top.
We went back to the hotel afterwards for a vodka and got restless so we went out for a nice walk.
We came back to the room and were bored so we decided to watch a comedy skit on Netflix. I looked over occasionally bc I felt something a miss only to see my husband looking kind of....off? Idk. I can usually pick his feelings up but there was a wall there. I started to get hungry again (crazy I know right?) I smelled pizza and wanted a slice. He said ok lets go...but not in the way that told me he really wanted to go, so I said forget it. He would roll his eyes and finally around 9pm I said we should go out and have some fun. he wasn't having it. tired. blah. whatever. He was showered, teeth brushed, and in bed by 9:55p.
I stayed up and talked to a few friends online and drew some pictures until about midnight then went to bed.
We dropped the boys off at Nanny and Poppy's. Drove the 2 hours to the city and checked in to our giant suite.
It was time for me to get ready and since I was expecting my "crimson tide" I started feeling a mess about the way I looked.
I could feel my spouse's disappointment. He has seen this happen to me so many times. I'll have an outfit all picked out and ready and I look absolutely radiant, and then I start to pick every little thing a part about myself. When I looked in to the mirror I saw a horrible, hideous, freakish troll looking back at me and I was astonished. I couldn't believe how horrible I looked. My hair was flat, my make up wasnt right, I looked so fat, and I just started to hyper ventilate. I literally went in to the bathroom and crunched up in to a ball and closed my eyes. I had shut down. I heard the gust of breath my husband let out and I heard him drop on to the couch in the other room.
The good new is, I pulled my self out of it in record breaking time, got dressed, and had a quick drink. Then we were out the door for dinner!!! WOO HOO NO KIDS.
We got to the resturant and had a beautiful meal. I had fresh baked bread&lobster bisque for my first course and a glass of chardonnay. For my second I had pasta with tomatoes and basil in a sauce. My husband had a lamb dish. Dessert was beautiful. These lovely little pastry puffs with icecream in the middle with chocolate drizzled over top.
We went back to the hotel afterwards for a vodka and got restless so we went out for a nice walk.
We came back to the room and were bored so we decided to watch a comedy skit on Netflix. I looked over occasionally bc I felt something a miss only to see my husband looking kind of....off? Idk. I can usually pick his feelings up but there was a wall there. I started to get hungry again (crazy I know right?) I smelled pizza and wanted a slice. He said ok lets go...but not in the way that told me he really wanted to go, so I said forget it. He would roll his eyes and finally around 9pm I said we should go out and have some fun. he wasn't having it. tired. blah. whatever. He was showered, teeth brushed, and in bed by 9:55p.
I stayed up and talked to a few friends online and drew some pictures until about midnight then went to bed.
