Its morning, and i still feel in my funk. I have to take Rhayn to swim lesson. So I need to get my butt in gear. Why do I feel like this? Its not fair, because I should be uber happy! I should be excited that Will is home, and willing to stare at the tv all day while he sleeps on the couch. OR just go about my own life, and do some of the things I haven't been able to do while he was gone (take a long, soakey, relaxing bath!)
Instead I am wallowing in my gloom and doom. Oh well, I know I'll feel better later on. Maybe I just need a shower! Sometimes that works wonders- and a big cup of iced tea.