One of those days.

I'm so tired. I'm tired of not feeling well. I'm just, tired. I took a nap today when Millie did and I slept so hard, but I didn't want to wake up and I didn't want to cook dinner. I didn't want to take care of anything. I laid around as much as possible and I think when the girls go to bed tonight, I will too.

I am hoping that tomorrow will be better. I'm planning to pack a picnic and take the girls up to Callaway Gardens. We will have a picnic and then go to the butterfly house. Maybe we just need some time outdoors in the fresh air.

I never could get down to the heart of the melt down that Autumn had a school today. I think part of it is that she isn't feeling well, we've been running like crazy all weekend and I think she just had it in her mind that something else was suppose to happen at grandparents day today. I think she was expecting to see me and not your mom. She told me she wasn't ready to talk about it, but that she just missed me. I feel bad for your mom, but I think she understands that sometimes Autumn has a hard time.

Autumn isn't the only one having a hard time. The last few days have been rough on all of us and it makes me feel like I'm not doing a good job of being a mom. I worry that the girls are going to be scarred for the rest of their lives. I just wish you didn't have to be away. Can you believe it has been 80 days already? I think once we get in the triple digits, maybe it will feel like there isn't a lifetime of days left. We still are not even half way.

Anyway, it is nearly bedtime here.

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Happy girl.

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Sad Girl.

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Autumn girl.

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Millie girl.

The count: 80 days of wishing you home.

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