I am not feeling very well. My chest feels all icky and phlemgy.. but dam it if I’m going to miss therapy today..
I feel well enough to do dishes, laundry, pick up up this crazy place so I’m well enough to do therapy right?
You bet! Thanks for encouraging me 😉
I’m thinking about taking the kids to go pick apples after therapy and just get out of town for a bit. Most of them are not feeling up to par anyway and I’m sure the fresh fall air will do them good.
M and I slept close last night and it felt good. He’s warm when I’m cold usually and gosh he does feel good. Then I feel like the crazy person who smacks herself and says STOP IT. This recovering LIAR does not feel good get it together!!
But I don’t stop to smack myself, I smiles cozy up closer and close my eyes in peace and then I wake up to him hugging me and feel vaguely uneasy..
But dammit he does feel good..and I whisper I love you back to him as he leaves for work.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said I love you.. maybe I should have said I love the way this feels, you feel, how warm and fuzzy this all feels..
But I said it and while I kind of want to take it back, I can’t..
Because I wonder if I do.. I wonder if I don’t..
I wonder if I’ll ever stop wondering..
Now I feel like that stupid Alice in Wonderland cat that doesn’t make any dam sense.
Happy Tuesday everyone..