I've missed sharing my words, my soul, myself. I feel kind of empty and bare which is odd because my life is so very much not empty or bare.
I got sick this week and it took two whole days out of me and threw off the entire rest of everything. I keep on waiting for Monday to show up again so that I can have a do-over. And fresh start. A chance to do the week better. A chance to get my Wednesday back in all of it's friendly glory. A chance to get things taken care of so that the weekend plans aren't thrown off.
But it doesn't work that way. Today my husband is at home and the plans that were for tonight got changed this morning and I'm still struggling to adjust. Part of me is glad of the change in plans, but part of me was honestly looking forward to the event. Even though the event leaves me at home and takes my wonderful David away for the night. I was looking forward to a gluttony of downtime completely guilt free. What is it about having someone else at home that makes me question everything I do? Like it's not good enough or hard enough to be worthy of the precious minutes out there to be taken.
Do you ever feel like this?