Lately it has gotten worse and worse. On the day Emily leaves for a week my emotions tank. Maybe it's her age. Maybe it's the good friends we've become. Whatever it is, I'm getting to where I can't handle the thought of not seeing my own daughter for a week. I cried when she got on the bus.
Then I tripped on the crap in my plant room.
I dropped plants. I fell. I hurt my back.
I noticed some plants didn't get pruned and are spindly so I'm tearing them to crap and hoping they survive. And I don't care if they don't.
Other plants are too big to still be in the house. I don't see how I can move those tomato plants without breaking them.
I have seeds I won't plant now because it is too late. Others will be a couple weeks behind if they are planted today. I don't have anymore flats. I need more room.
The "church people" visited my house while I was getting Olivia ready for school. I was kind of rude.
Lucas had a melt down because for the 140th time we had to drive Olivia to school and he didn't want to leave the house. You would have thought it was the first time he'd been asked to get in a van.
I spilled my coffee all over the floor, console and my lap trying to get out of my own driveway. Could that damn ice just melt?
Lucas whined all the way to town and all the way back like a wounded puppy. I left my last nerve somewhere along the highway. He's fine now like nothing happened.
The tension kink in my neck is intensely painful.
All this before 11:00 AM. I should just go back to bed.