Tonight was rough. I didn't want to make dinner. I'm tired of never really having a break. Dinner plans had already gone from plan A (home made au gratin potatoes with ham) to plan B (omelets) and Baby Girl wouldn't stop crying at my feet. Then the kids were mean to each other at the dinner table and one boy had to be removed from the situation. He angrily called me a name on his way to his room. My mood went from bad to dark. Suddenly our family night plans were not going to happen. No real time anyways. I pretty much shuffled my way through the evening getting things done, but there was no happiness to be had anywhere. Laundry mocked me instead of patiently waiting to be folded. I realized late that there is both an orchestra performance during the school day tomorrow, and I have a doctor's appointment. So this will make another concert that I cannot make it to. I argued some more with my son over clothing not being found for the concert. Wished that I could just go to bed and not deal with things any more.
I need someone to help me with things and keep me company. An adult to share things that happen to me on a daily basis with. 20 minutes on the phone every day just doesn't keep me warm at night. I try to look on the bright side, but tonight was definitely a night to put away and start fresh tomorrow.
I am lucky to know what I am missing. There's a bright side for you! I know re-adjusting will also be difficult. Or so they say. Tonight though I am wishing for a speedy speedy delivery. A speedy speedy speedy speedy delivery of the man who's been away for far too long. I wonder if Mr McFeely can do anything for me there..
PS: The first photo at the top is of the housing T is living in on the military base in Iraq.