I am just having a crappy day. Not by any outward signs but my brain is churning and I guess it's one of the ways that I process grief. I am angry with my son, he makes choices that I think he needs to think over. As long as he lives here (even though he doesn't live in the house) he has to follow rules. I put up with a lot of crap and I don't need him making me repeat myself.
I wish we had a tub. When this house was remodeled the owner took out the tub and put in a large shower. The only time I get to take a nice luxurious bath is if I go out of town and stay in a hotel. Sad but true.
Oh well. Nearly time to drive down to the airport and get the kid. Joy.
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