I haven't been posting as much lately due to a shortage of juicy post-worthy stories. I never expected married life to be so...uneventful. After all, we are talking about me here. Boredom, commonality, these are not words I know. Ok, I do know them (after all I am a master of the English language) but I don't KNOW them know them.
I never thought I'd miss certain parts of my single gal life. The adventureous part. The never knowing what was going to happen next part. The where-will-I-be-in-2 years part. A big piece of my personality was tied to me being single.
I just might be slipping into a matrimonial identity crisis.
Don't get me wrong. I love Paul. I love being married to Paul, and the hunka hunka burning love we have. But there's just something missing. Drama? Definitely. Shopping til I drop? Unfortunately. Quirky Erika? Quite possibly.
I've got to get ME back.