I have a bad habit of letting my imagination get carried away (burglars and murderers and stuff) and usually end up not sleeping the entire time he's gone. By the third day, I'm so wound up, I end up crying every time the baby does. Even with my gun and the dogs in the house for added protection, I still end up a major wreck.
Last night was the first night I actually got some sleep. It was only because I missed so much the first few nights. I'm exhausted tonight, but there's a massive storm hitting us right now and all I can think about are the dead pine trees surrounding the house. No, I'm not just paranoid...we lost 28 during a recent storm. Several of those blocked the driveway and took a few hours to clear up. It was a mess. So now I'm worried about something hitting the house. *sigh* I just want my husband to come home...
In addition to all the crap that's been happening. I've neglected the school work I was supposed to do while I was at home this week. I just haven't had any time. The baby is teething and it's been pure hell. Nap time is non-existent these days. At the end of the night, when everyone is in bed, the last thing on my mind is school work. I'm usually trying to decompress from the day's activities.
As I type this, the dogs are whining because of the thunder, my 8 year old is trying to convince me that she can sleep with her lights and TV on (she doesn't like storms either) and the baby just woke up. AGAIN.
Have I mentioned that I can't wait for my husband to get home? *sigh*
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