I've dropped musical theatre dance in favour of cheerleading, which happens after my gym class on Monday's - leaving me with time to go to the gym on Tuesday night too. So busy! I love it.
I'm fucking tired, though. I wouldn't mind if Dan actually did stuff around the house - and if he's off work, he's at band practice in the evening. I honestly don't remember the last time I came home and he was there. I mean, he had the whole weekend off and stuff, but because I have to wait for him to come home all week, I'm so tired by the time it gets to the weekend that I don't want to do anything.
We made our first big purchase on Saturday and bought a wardrobe. It's hideous - but we're going to sand it down, re-varnish it and replace all the handles. On Saturday, we're going to Ikea after my tap class, and then we're going to do the wardrobe in the evening.
I am sick of being a housewife, though. I wouldn't mind if I didn't have to commute for an hour and a half a day, and if I didn't have a job. I love Dan, but I really resent him at the moment. He doesn't do anything to help around the house, despite getting up at midday most days - he's just so lazy.
I think I need a holiday.