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2004-03-02 - 7:58 a.m. Last night I decided that I was tired of everything. I was tired of being pregnant, I was tired of my career, and I was tired of Dennis farting. On Sunday I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. I watched him burn piles of trash and cut down trees in the rain while I read a book in the safety of his truck. He has an excellent body and a wonderful smile. He is so kind and loving. Today he mentioned to me that I left the lights burning downstairs and I decided that I hate the way he kisses. He smelled like garlic last night and I pushed him away. I had never done that before. He is feeling sad I can tell. I know I am not supposed to wish time away, and I certainly am not looking forward to labor, but damn I wish the boys would get here. I feel cheated that my father is gone. Today I am sad, today I am crabby, today I am a piece of shit. � � |