Excruciatingly Long Week

Have you noticed the week before vacation seems to go on forever? That's exactly what's happening to me right now.

My sublease in Iowa ends this month, so I need to make sure the place is cleaned from top to bottom before management comes in to asses for damages. Although this task should only take a few hours, E and I have managed to turn it into a week long vacation. We are officially the king and queen of senseless justifications! Senselessness aside, our main purpose for extending our stay was to spend some much needed time with our friends and families. I've been pretty homesick lately and I think E is missing his friends more than he cares to admit. I knew it was time to get him home when he actually expressed concern over one of his friends Facebook entries. Really? This coming from the man who hasn't called his best friend once since we've been dating, because it would seem like he "cared too much"? Guys are weird...

Exact plans for Iowa? I have a vague list of things I hope to do: attend my brother's 19th birthday party, hangout with my family, celebrate my best friends 22nd birthday, meet E's half sister, spend time with my friend Lydia, and just relax. I'm really excited to spend time with E's family, especially since it will be his dad's side. I've only met his dad once, but he seems great. I can actually see myself marrying into E's family, something I couldn't say about any of my previous boyfriend's families.

Besides being the week before vacation, this week is long for another reason. I refer to it as the monthly Week of Deprivation. Honestly, I waited twenty years to have sex. I think that was long enough! Why should I also have to abstain from sex 25% of the month, every month? Ugh! It doesn't help that E seems to look especially good during the third week of every month.