Hope you've all have a lovely weekend :)
I went to my parents' house (1.5 hour drive away) to puppysit for the weekend, as my dad was at the beach and my mom works 7am-7pm on Saturdays and Sundays. SOMEONE had to be there to look after their 8 dogs, and the 5 puppies that were born right before Christmas. Add my Wrangler and their house was a zoo this weekend!
The plan was to begin my drive right after bootcamp Friday, but I had such a long, rough day at work that I decided to just skip my workout and go home early so that I would have some time with my Mom. I'm SO glad I did. My mom is truly one of my best friends and it was great to spend time with her. We went out to dinner, and it was an epic fail for me....I PB'd a few times before giving up, and finished my dinner when I got back to their house.
Saturday it was just me and the dogs. That's LOTS of time to think. But, let me tell you...there is something about heartbreak that lights a fire under my ass and stirs up a crazy sense of productivity and need to change things. Last year, after Robocop, I began running and got the tattoo on my neck.
As you all know, Bootcamp is my recent physical activity to cope with my sadness.
Yesterday, something made me decide I'm going to re-paint the entire inside of my home in the near future. I've wanted to do this since buying my house almost 2 years ago, but since my house was painted only a month or so before I moved in, it seemed like a waste of money. But I'm sick of these beige walls everywhere!! I've decided on a light brown, medium brown, and lavendar scheme and am really excited! But it's going to be so. much. work.
Today, I was less productive, and sat down to watch some wedding TV on TLC.
Watching all those people in love made me think of Mr. Banker. I miss him. I really do. I know you all know there's been a lot of sadness associated with him lately, but there was a lot of happiness too.
In December, we went out one night to dance. The venue we went to was nearly deserted, but it didn't matter. We had a good time together. We danced to every genre of music that was played (hip hop, some 60's and 70's jazz and R&B), and at many times, we were the only ones dancing. And it didn't matter, because we were together and having fun. I always felt that way when I was with him... whether we were alone or around others, he and I were all that mattered.
I miss everything... I miss telling him about my day, emailing him throughout work, laying together on the couch. I hope the hurt goes away soon.