Yesterday, Mr. P and I went to the gym and got coerced...well dared actually, to attend a Body Pump class. Technically, Mr. P got dared and I went out of shear curiosity.
It was sort of romantic....we set up next to each other, used the mirror to make eye contact to check in with each other, laughed at how FREAKING hard it was. Then we went to check out a friend's new bar and ate fried pickles and chicken wings, drank beers and sang some pretty atrocious karaoke. Total Eclipse of the Heart? What was I thinking?
While fun, the evening wasn't great because Mr. P was crabby, but trying hard not to be which actually made it worse...he would try to joke, but it would come out sort of mean, then he would get defensive and I would too. Bottom line, Mr. P and I are out of sync. I am in a funk. Mr. P is in a funk....our combined funks have resulted in our coupledom landing squarely in Funkytown. We are just sort of bleh.
I am bored of this now and have (FINALLY) reached the point in my funk that I am sick of feeling like shit, and am ready to take some action to turn things around...I think Mr. P is there too, he brought home flowers today, and has said that we ARE going to the lake on Sunday if this dismal, rainy weather passes. For tomorrow, we are doing a 5K in the morning, then are planning to spend the afternoon mozying around a big BBQ competition where a friend is competing. All in all, I think we have an excellent chance of really reconnecting this weekend and starting next week with good attitudes and better moods.
Does this ever happen to you? What do you do to get out of it?