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My Life Thus Far
2015-08-14 04:35:23 (UTC)

My Babies Are Home!!

I'm so tired. That's what happens when I don't go to bed until 3am, then get back up at 9am. Funny thing is, I remember a time when 6 hours of sleep was my norm. It was a good day if I got 6 hours! Well, sleep is a priority now that my children aren't infants anymore. It's necessary. More people should strive to get more of it.

Snookums and I both got new tattoos today! Nothing fancy. He added a quote to his sleeve that he's been wanting for a long time; "not all those who wander are lost." I got a semicolon. That may sound strange, but there is a deeper meaning behind it. One that I hold dear to my heart. The Semicolon Project is a mental illness awareness campaign striving to reduce the stigma of mental illness. The semicolon represents the idea that when a sentence could have come to an end, the author chose to go on. The sentence is your life, and you are the author. It's a tiny reminder that no matter what life throws at me, I'm not done writing my story. I love it. I wish I'd gotten it a little bigger. I hadn't anticipated how much I'd end up loving it. I've been thinking about getting it since April when I first heard about The Semicolon Project, but it wasn't until yesterday when Snookums reminded me about it (probably because he knew he wanted to get his ink) that I started actively considering it again. I'm glad I did it.

Snookums and I went to Fay Bainbridge Park this afternoon. All we did was sit on the beach and look out at the water for a few minutes. It wasn't the same without the kids. In the past we've always taken them there to play in the sand and wade in the sound (the water is freezing). We knew the kids were on their way home, but the suspense was killing us!

The kids are home! Unfortunately, that means I have to play nice with Sue, as well. She is so passive aggressive at times. I honestly don't know if she realizes how she sounds, or if she's accidentally coming off that way. Feeling attacked, criticized, and devalued in your own home blows. Nothing is ever good enough. She's judgmental and pessimistic. I hate that I feel this way about her, because I know despite it all she really does like me and values me as a daughter in law. Many times she's thanked me for taking care of Snookums and loving him through all of his fuck ups. Yet, why does she make me feel bad more often than not? I attribute a lot of it to generational differences, but that only goes so far. She leaves tomorrow, and then hopefully I won't have to see her again for another year.

Tonight's the night I get my sleep schedule back on track. It's 10:45pm now. I will be asleep before 3am, and I will get a full 8 hours of sleep! Feeling like a zombie today felt like such a waste of a good day off.

Yay, my babies are home!!




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