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Its past midnight - way late, for me. I'm normally an early riser, though I'd rather not be. I have problems sleeping - both falling and staying. On the weekends, I allow myself Tylenol PM. I took it too late tonight.
Marks parents came to town today. They have antiques at the local antique mall - three booths Mark and I are supposed to tend. But we never have time. I resent the fact that they drive up here (about 2 hours) for the antiques but never just to see us. His father dislikes me, I can read it on his face. The feeling is mutual. Someone with her own opinions and the brains to back them up scare him, I think - oh, and I'm Catholic. Yep, that about does it.
My period started today. It makes me so, so sick. I take pain killers bummed from my Mother (Mrs.Broken Leg). I want to sleep more, cry more, and eat random weird things. PPMD? I assume so! But getting it resolved would involve medication and someone looking at my crotch s'more. No, thanks. I'll weep sadly all day over stupid, stupid things (i.e. Strangers holding hands, a sad book, a TV show...)
Its funny, looking at the couch behind me...the sweet boy sleeping, curled up, the puppy snoozing at his feet. I want to maim anyone who hurt him in the past and anyone who will hurt him, in any way, in the future. How can I love them, that sweet freckled boy and that floppy eared dog, so much? I see my future laying there on that couch. I hope I'm tired, soon - my favorite part of every day is curling up to sleep, pressed up close to him.
Marks parents came to town today. They have antiques at the local antique mall - three booths Mark and I are supposed to tend. But we never have time. I resent the fact that they drive up here (about 2 hours) for the antiques but never just to see us. His father dislikes me, I can read it on his face. The feeling is mutual. Someone with her own opinions and the brains to back them up scare him, I think - oh, and I'm Catholic. Yep, that about does it.
My period started today. It makes me so, so sick. I take pain killers bummed from my Mother (Mrs.Broken Leg). I want to sleep more, cry more, and eat random weird things. PPMD? I assume so! But getting it resolved would involve medication and someone looking at my crotch s'more. No, thanks. I'll weep sadly all day over stupid, stupid things (i.e. Strangers holding hands, a sad book, a TV show...)
Its funny, looking at the couch behind me...the sweet boy sleeping, curled up, the puppy snoozing at his feet. I want to maim anyone who hurt him in the past and anyone who will hurt him, in any way, in the future. How can I love them, that sweet freckled boy and that floppy eared dog, so much? I see my future laying there on that couch. I hope I'm tired, soon - my favorite part of every day is curling up to sleep, pressed up close to him.