As humans, when it comes to sleeping, we have a tendency to revert back to 5 year olds. Doing whatever we need to avoid the inevitable. I stayed up all night waiting on my husband to get home, I then made him buttermilk pancakes from scratch, and he is currently sleeping on the couch. Meanwhile, I am still fighting sleep and I don't truly understand why. I guess I'm worried that if I lay down I will sleep my whole day away, at this point. My friends are all working or spending time with their loved ones and where am I? Sleeping. So maybe I shouldn't chalk it up to the whole human race. Maybe I'm the only 5 year old in the room, so be it.
I want a baby. Everyone around me is getting pregnant left and right and here I am, barren. I KNOW that right now is NOT the right time but it's hard. I want a baby for selfish reasons anyway. I want some one that loves me more than anyone else :) (Other Than Eugene. lol).
At least my new job looks promising. looks like I'll be free of all the abuse I'm getting currently. It's like I'm waiting for the bomb to drop though, nothing should be that simple.
