Monday

I got up at 5:00 did my morning routine and went for a run. A very LONG run. It helps me think. I have much to do today, and don't want to be distracted by emotional issues. When I got home I took the kids to school and went to work. I worked for about four hours, but was overcome by fatigue, so I went home and took a nap.

At 3:00 I went to the Junior High to accompany the band kids for their music festival. For 3.5 hours I accompanied students (29 of them). I was really tired when the last one played. I was glad to go home.

I found Darrin sleeping on the couch, Darrin, Jr. talking with friends on the computer, and Adam watching cartoons when I got home. Tabitha was performing with her choir at an assisted living center for seniors. I woke Darrin and we went to pick up fast food for dinner. Tabitha was home when we got back. We ate together and tried to regroup from our busy days. I made it through half my food before I had to stop. I was a little upset that I couldn't finish. I refuse to let my sadness affect my promise to keep eating. I went downstairs, leaving my family at the table. I sat on my bed, thinking. Slowly, finally, I was able to cry.

Ten minutes later I felt much better. Just accepting that I was sad, and that it was alright to feel that way, helped. I helped clean up dinner and the kids got ready for bed and went upstairs to read. Darrin and I went downstairs. He did some computer work, and I browsed blogs. I didn't feel like commenting. I wanted to wait until I felt more settled, less emotional. Darrin was installing the graphics card. I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

Darrin woke me at 10:00. We went to bed and to sleep.