Hot Friday

This morning, I blew my top with my husband. I didn’t mean to, but I’m tired, frustrated, tired, frustrated and hungry. Did I mention tired and frustrated? I know that my husband has to take this trip and I have tried my best to behave and be a good wife, but this morning, I just straight blew it. I just have been thinking about managing things at home with the kids and having to tell Al if something does happen, and how it will most likely be hardest for him as he is closest to understanding the full scope of the death thing, and how this will be the first person he has lost. I’m sorry for everyone. This has been a really draining time for us, to say the least.
Today the temps are supposed to reach into the 90’s. Good for nothing else but ice cream and lemonade and air conditioning. This has been a long week for our family. My husband’s father goes up and down. The doctors say that it is no longer a question of if, but a matter of when. I hope that this is not true, but if it is, I’m getting the spare bedroom together. This weekend is the neighborhood block party. I’m going to have to make a point to drop by, say hello and catch up, but lingering with the neighbors, uh, is not my thing. If the kids want to stay and play with the other kids, we can do that, but usually things branch off into gossip at some point among the women (why is that?) and I’m not the one for all that kind of mess. Because if they tell you about somebody else they will tell somebody else about you. For sure. LOL.
It’s almost time to put the toddler rail on the baby’s crib. That’s where the fun is really going to begin.