Yesterday was kind of a hard day. Caused mostly by my exhausion. I was pretty stinkin' tired. I don't know why, but I didn't sleep well Monday night. That coupled with PMS and a lot of stress made for grumpy Natalie.
Phil left to come home later than I wanted him to... again.
The dogs were being REALLY stupid. Like all of a sudden, Cotton forgot his name. Or when you would call him over, he would just lay down and look at you. Little butthead.
And a lot more that I really want/probably shouldn't get into on the internet.
Life feels really hard right now. Kind of like things aren't going to get better. That's a horrible feeling to have, I know. But it was there last night, showing it's big ugly horrible head. It shows up when things get really hard and is made so much worse by listening to people who have normal, regular lives complain about how stressful their lives are. I just want to grab them and yell, "GET SOME REAL PROBLEMS!!" Seriously.
About 40 minutes after he probably should have, Phil put the dogs in their crates (because they were being SO AGGRAVATING) and started making dinner so I could rest. I fell asleep, only for about 15 minutes. But when I woke up, I was a little better. Not a lot, but a little.
I know (more like hope) that things will get better. For some reason life has just chosen right now to be really hard. Times like these remind me that I need to pray more.
What did Phil make for dinner you ask? Pork chops, brown rice with cheese, and corn on the cob.
Which we all enjoyed.