Ugh, Twelve.

So I ran a couple miles yesterday. TWELVE to be precise. It hurt. But shhhh don't tell anyone, because I want everyone to think it was no big deal. { I need to be able to say "Oh, yeah, I ran the half marathon NBD."} When you make it sound like no big deal, then you get more compliments. Not that I need that. My self esteem is totally intact. But, I still keep my attitude balanced to the more humble side. That's what's awesome about me. Anyway back to the twelve miles thing. Turns out, you can only use the "Ugh-I-ran-really- far-can-you-do-everything-for-me?" excuse once. Pete was pretty impressed when I came home after the 10 mile run and was willing to do little extra things for me so I could rest off the soreness. Now that I've done the twelve however, apparently it's old news. It's not like I ask a lot of him. All I would like him to do is get drinks for me, and make the baby a bottle (because I ran twelve miles), and pull the laundry out of the dryer, and fold it, and then go back downstairs, because I forgot that I wanted the whites in the washer instead of the colors (the stairs are too much for my knees. .. y'know, cuz I ran twelve miles) Oh, and finish the honey do's too because I was busy all day(running twelve miles). I don't know why, but he's just not into helping me much anymore. Marriage is SO hard sometimes! You know, it's give and take. And I GAVE MY ALL running that far, so really Pete, I get to take. Am I right?