Sad
I'm not truly sad. I think it's hormones. I miss my husband. I miss my daughter. My son is playing his drums right now...with the door open. That's funny. I want to take my daughter to get ice cream today after school. I want to go buy some maternity pants because I can't find any of mine. I want to go "do" something, but I don't know what. Randy looked at me like I was nuts last night. I was upset - not crying or anything. I had put clean sheets on the bed so he could sleep on them before he spends the next couple of nights in a hotel in Michigan. Plus, he had to wake up at 4am. The kids for CG watched a movie in our room and the bed got messed up. I was upset because the sheets wouldn't be as "tight" as I had planned for them to feel...you know...fresh sheets feel just right. Anyway, he asked why I was bothered by something that normally wouldn't bother me. I shrugged my shoulders. I'm just emotional. Thank you very much to this swe