I can’t wait until it is the weekend, so I can catch up on sleep.  I am always happy on Thursdays, because I feel like Wednesdays (my long work days) are over so I just have to get through Thurs and Friday and it’s the weekend!

I do have to work this weekend, though.  I have a project deployment Saturday night.  Oh well…

A recap of yesterday:

For breakfast, I had an omelette with laughing cow cheese, and some yogurt with dried fruit and cereal.

That held me over until lunch, when I had a roast beef salad:

Mid-afternoon, I had some cereal.

and two of my banana nut muffins:

Dinner was spaghetti with tomato sauce and broiled shrimp.  Simple, quick, and oh-so-good.

Dessert was yogurt with strawberries, angel food cake and strawberry topping.  Strawberry shortcake!

We went to bed around 11, but got into a “heated” discussion about our working/living situation.  It’s amazing to me…  I can be completely exhausted, but once we get into a bit of a debate, my mind is swimming and too busy for me to fall asleep.  S, on the other hand, can be arguing one minute and literally snoring and completely knocked out the next.  And that’s exactly what happened last night.  While S was out like a light, I couldn’t sleep so I went downstairs to watch some TV on my laptop.  I started watching the show Glee, because a few of my friends really love it and insist it is one of the best new shows on television.  I must admit, I enjoyed it.  So much that I watched the first three episodes all in a row   It has this cute kind of sarcastic humor that I really like.

The problem is, during the week, S and I don’t have much of a life.  He works in San Francisco, so he has a 1.5 hour commute each way to work every day.  Recently things have been a little better for him, because he has been driving about 25 min to the train station, and then taking the train into the city.  So he can work on his computer, read, etc. while on the train.  However, it means that not only does he work a regular full-time job, but he also works overtime (par for the course in our line of work) and then still has another 1.5 hours after he leaves the office until he arrives home.  Sometimes more, if there is traffic or some sort of accident.

On a good night, he gets home around 7pm.  On a bad night, it can be 8 or even after.  By the time he gets home, I am exhausted (because my work days usually start at 6) and starving (because I try to wait for him to have dinner).  And on nights he has asked me to wait for him to go to the gym, I am cranky (because it is hot and crowded and I am so tired) and then I am super cranky if something holds him up and either I have to go alone at night, or we don’t get to go at all.

So I feel like during the week, we are like an old married couple.  He gets home late, I cook dinner and do the dishes and make his lunch for the next day.  We talk about our days at work, complain about how tired we are.  And then we go to bed.  The end.

Don’t get me wrong, in a way I love this routine.  I love him, and I love our life together.  I love our comfort level and how I know he will be home with me at the end of the night – talking, laughing and/or complaining about the little things that happened during the day.  I just wish it could be a little bit different.  I guess it’s just what we have to do right now.  It won’t be forever – either he will get a new job, or we could move closer to the city… or he could transfer to somewhere else within his company.  But he has only been working there for about a year, so we just have to hang tight.

Ok, enough analysis.  As you can see, my brain just goes crazy.  That’s why I need to take breaks and watch happy shows like “Glee”.

While I was watching it, I snacked on a Luna cookie:

I like theses, they are good.  But they are pretty much just a Clif Zbar in the shape of a square… in my opinion.  They look and taste exactly the same.  But since I love Clif Zbars, that is not  a problem!

On another note, my mom is coming to visit soon!  She will be arriving the first week of December.  This is the third year in a row (every row since I moved here) that she has come to visit for my birthday.  She will be meeting S for the first time, and will be the first of my family members to meet him!  I can’t believe that I have met his entire extended family and he hasn’t even met my mother yet.  I know she will love him, though.