So, here I sit while there are all these things I should be doing. I just need a flipping moment
The house needs cleaning like something fierce. However, I have to pick up all the toys (that have been scattered throughout while I've been working away on the computer) before I can even think about cleaning. Which, you know, could take a week. Sigh.
And here I sit.
We are still talking every night, with him in the chair and I on my knees. It's really nice that he does this. I was thinking that after a few days he would give up on me, but I should have known better. He'll ask how my day was, what I have planned for tomorrow, things I've done that make him happy, things I could have done better, stuff like that--which I actually like talking about. It's when he asks how I've been feeling and what my thoughts have been like, that I start to clam up. I don't know, it just feels wrong. I know it's not wrong, it just feels that way.
Anyway, better get going. Sigh. Wish me