Had fun doing some subtle ombré highlights on the mannequin.
I am secretly hoping no one comes in to the salon in the next hour. I need to rest my chubby swollen feet.
Since i've been pregnant my patience has gone down. Especially for my husband. I think I am a pretty cool wife. He plays in two bands, drums in two I should specify. He drives 60 totals miles per week for one band, the other is local. But Monday-Thursday night he is usually out late. And if he has shows that weekend it feels non stop.
For the most part, I don't complain. Things will be a lot different when baby is here, so I am trying not to hold him back. Yet, I feel like a lazy butt because he comes home to a less than tidy house. He says it stresses him out. I then interpret that as I am a bad wife. I am trying my best to manage school, work, pregnancy, house, and dog.
I miss running. I miss gym. I miss taking care or MYSELF. I miss my ankles lol.
Pretty bad right?