Let’s get something straight right now. I am not a morning person. Getting up hours before the sun comes up is not fun for me. Yet, this morning, like several mornings last week, I was up at 3 am to go to work. Isn’t that fun? (No is the truthful answer.)
Two things occured yesterday to make all of this even more fun.
1- My guy came home. I don’t really know what else to call him. He isn’t actually my boyfriend… But we’re spending a whole lot of time just seeing each other… Well, WHATEVER he is, he came home. Sorry, Matthew. Matthew came home yesterday. He drives trucks for a company, mostly long hauls and he is in the Navy Reserves. I love it when he comes home, because I don’t get a lot of time with him.
2- My parents came home from their Florida home for a week.
I’m not sure if I mentioned it before, but our house is under a massive renovations. I’m not talking about a crazy HGTV style reno. But nevertheless our home is in a massive state of chaos. My bedroom is under construction, as is my bathroom. Everything I own is scattered all over the house in boxes. With my parents home, Matthew and I ended up sleeping in his horse trailer. Luckily his trailer has amazing living quarters, so we were very comfortable. But still. Having him there made it hard to drag myself out of bed. It’s definitely a struggle to get out of bed… snuggly boy and my snuggly dog. But alas, I now find myself at work. 7 hours into my work day and it isn’t even 10am yet. CRAZY.
There isn’t anything nearly as awesome as being on your own for a month, just to have your parents come home and tell you how everything you do is wrong. IT’S THE BEST! But, it’s life. Especially life of a nearly 30 year old living with her parents. This is entirely self inflicted- haha.