He tried working at the house. He really did. But, he couldn't. Not emotionally. So, I will go there after work and do clean up. I was hoping we would be in tomorrow. I got my hopes up. But that is obviously not going to happen. Husband is not ready. I don't understand why this has hit him so hard. I know we have been through a lot with this whole mess, but to continue to be affected at the level he is? I am trying to be understanding. But at some point we need to put stability back into our lives. I want back in my home. It is our home and we need to reclaim it. We need to make it home again and not have it be some tomb to tornadoes, insurance neglect, and dishonest contractors.
My lady is sick today. We went to The Evil Empire and she vomited. The nurse came down to look at her after we got back. When asked how she was feeling and saying "I heard you got sick at Wal-mart," I mumbled the comment "Well, Wal-mart is pretty nauseating." The nurse heard and laughed in agreement. Anyway, I have my lady on liquids and she sounds like she has a nasty cold. She sounds congested and has a wet cough. I'll be calling P before she gets here to pick up some ginger ale.
I've been thinking of cutting my hair. I am fed up with it getting in my face. Either that or I can perm it. I don't know. I'm just tired of the frizzy mess constantly in my face. I'll save it as a treat for when I lose 25 pounds. It can be a goal. I lose 25 pounds, I can do something different with my hair. Until then, ponytails.