11-1-10
I woke up this morning in a haze. At some point, I am hoping to come out of it.
I took some pain meds and a muscle relaxer last night before bed. I re-tweaked my ankle and I ached after just a long weekend. Yesterday afternoon I stopped just short of cleaning the floor Cinderelly style. So that on top of tired on top of running around equals sore.
The meds should have worn off by now, but instead, I have nodded off to sleep here at work several times. I think I am just that tired.
Friday night I found myself devastated. I got home with the kids, and instead of us going inside to eat, we headed out to do a bunch of Ken errands. I went inside briefly before we left, hoping to at least get a whiff of the Tito’s that was supposed to be there. Nothing.
Ken forgot to get me Tito’s.
Ken was on the phone with someone when we had arrived, and he was arguing. I didn’t have a chance to even speak to him for a good ten minutes after arriving. Finally, I ask him where he stashed my Tito’s. I knew he had not gotten it, but I still was holding out hope. He then felt bad, but honestly, I was on the verge of tears.
I was angry, I was hurt, I felt unimportant in his life. It was a week of disappointment from him and this was the capper. How could he forget? He told me he had a bad afternoon. This didn’t seem like a good enough excuse. I have bad days every day, yet I manage to get things done, and if there is anything he or the boys need I drop everything. I was hoping he would do the same for me.
Ok, I have more to write but I have decided I want to go to Dax’s hand appt this morning. I have not had the pleasure of actually seeing the doctor, so I would like to be able to hear what the doc has to say.
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