Sunday, bloody, Sunday

My husband is in a mood today. He has been sick for the last 3 days, and you know who gets to deal with that......me.

Its not that I mind taking care of him and pampering him, and doing my best to understand his over sensitive nature when he is ill. I actually pride myself in being the kind of wife that will love him at his worst. The problem is that I would love the same kind of treatment. I mean, I get shut off in a room and left to fend for myself. Which in one instance is great...the kids don't bother me, but the other instance it sucks....because nobody bothers with me. It gets kind of lonely back there.

Anyhow, I have been really lazy lately about writing. I have found myself bored with the idea of even jotting down a few colorful little phrases...so today I decided I would go ahead and try to write something. Writing used to be one of my most favorite things to do. Today its more like a chore for my mind has to come up with something interesting in itself to even say. My life has become a series of schedules, routine, and all together boring, plain and not so colorful.

I do the same things over and over again. Nothing really new, nothing really exciting...just life. Soccer, Basketball, Baseball....being the neighborhood taxi, cleaning, and well.....working.

anyways...thats it for now I guess.