More not so good days around here the past couple days. I had a, um, relapse with Mr. Work. Nothing serious, just conversations were headed directions they weren’t supposed to go again. I can’t tell you the inner turmoil I’ve gone through over this. It’s like an addiction almost. I know in my head it’s wrong but it’s too good to pass over. I sound SO pathetic to myself. I KNOW other married women have been through this. Right now, I’d just like to talk to them and hear I’m normal and that one day, I’ll feel normal again and not think about this 24-7.
My house is a disaster. Scott worked all weekend and the past two days and I really need to clean.
Work is as slow as Christmas.
I think Lexi’s mission in life is to spill as much liquid out of cups as possible and scatter as many cheerios on the floor as her little arms can spread.
Emma’s job around here lately seems to be seeing how many times we can change her panties in one day.
It’s not been a great week.
Hey Amy – still reading.
I’m not entirely clear on what’s going on, so I don’t really know what to say. Before I was married, we went through a few things that may be like what you’re talking about, but again – I’m not entirely sure. Whatever it is, I know it’s tough and I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.
Email me if you want to “talk.”