Days are just not long enough. The kids are going to be home in 2 1/2 - 3 hours. Where did the day go? Where did my "be a slug" day go? Tomorrow I need to get off my butt and get K's room done. The painting part. That is the caca part of this job. Painting. But...my friend Jamie came over last weekend and she is the godess of trim work. She did all of the precision, don't paint the ceiling painting. Makes the job so much easier. :) Ok...back to being a slug.
There are days I enjoy living my life. There are days I thoroughly hate it. Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I almost had a breakdown. Standing there in the aisle, I had to fight, with everything in me, to not start crying. Too much has been hitting me this month and I think I'm at the end of my rope. Beginning of the month, D's new wife sent me a text telling me to lose his number, email and address because I already had my chance with him. I laughed at the absurdity of everything she said in that text as it sounded like something a teenaged girl would write. I haven't wanted that man in almost 20 years, so, she is either highly jealous of his past and any woman he used to be interested in or is extremely insecure with herself and her relationship. Regardless of her mental state, I told her I was just catching up on life with him, but I will respect her request and not talk to him again. I've been told she has been married 4...