The day started out with me planning to blog a pity party once I got to work. I was so depressed and so discouraged this morning! I managed to eat enough chocolate on the way to work to calm down a little, though.
So I made it through the ups and downs of the day.
And then I had to go grocery shopping after work.
I get home a couple of hours after work, well after dark. I’m tired. I’m achy. I’m hormonally challenged. I just want to be held and loved and comforted. (Like that would actually happen.)
He’s not even home when I get here. Fine, on one level. But I wonder if he has put away the chickens or has left me to do. And so much for asking him if he will rub my back. I’m too mad now.
I come in the house and my daughter is sad. She has a paper she is working on that is not going well. I had bought airline tickets for her today, so she can visit her sister, but I bought them for the wrong day, so she is upset about that, too.
So, just a little bit of stress going on here. Chickens. Groceries. Daughter. Airline tickets. Me.
In the midst of all of this, I happen to look at my cell phone. There is a new message from him. It’s a picture.
He has sent me a picture of himself at the store – probably Wal-Mart – holding a huge box of candy.
I am so thrilled. That just made my day. (Can you sense the sarcasm here?)
He’s goofing off while I am dealing with stuff.
I cancelled the tickets. The chickens are o.k. I put the groceries away. My daughter is feeling a little better.
And he’s still not home, so it is nice and quiet and peaceful for a few minutes.
Maybe I’ll make it through one more day.