I guess I'm a princess...

On Sunday nights I get way depressed. Like way. I get so out of my mind that I become fussy like a 3 year old, sometimes even throwing full-blown tantrums. It's a mystery to me as to why exactly this happens because I really like school, work isn't completely horrible, and I'm not so busy that I could die. And yet, week after week, I behave this way.

My husband, however, has learned to deal with this event, which has actually become anticipated at our house, by getting me a cup of ice cream with milk poured over it (its my latest version of ice cream that I am obsessed with, preferably with ice cream of the chocolate variety), laying me on the couch, putting a pillow under my head, covering me with not one but two blankets, turning on Cupcake Wars or Cake Boss, and rubbing my feet and hands with warm lotion. 

Can you believe this?

Don't ask me what I did to deserve such treatment, but let's just say it's not really discouraging my negative behavior. It's actually kinda reinforcing it. I was afraid that if I told him that, he would stop. But last night when there were zero I-hate-Monday outbursts (we have the day off), he still treated me like royalty.

Hello!?! Yes, I'm lucky. Permission granted to roll your eyes.

Now, as a result, I was thinking I could probably bag the poor pathetic S thing, and just start looking forward to the Sunday night princess treatment. Cool.

In other news, 30 for 30 is really starting to take its toll. Like, give me a break, I don't really like wearing the same stuff so frequently. Maybe I will shift my pouting episodes from Sunday nights to mornings when I gotta figure out remixing my outfits and see what kind of therapy my husband comes up with then. Yes, I think I'm on to something here...

Anyway, here are days 18-21:

Also, big huge congrats to Emily Rose on winning the darling thrifted red bag giveaway!  Email us with your address when you get a chance, and we will send that to you ASAP.
Have a great week!


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