I don’t know what happened to me. I didn’t have a horrible day, but I came home and a downer hit me like a slap in the face. All of a sudden this great depression, which just didn’t want to be lifted, descended upon me. I wish I knew what happened. I think it was coming home and Tom was gone already and nothing had been done since I left, even the one thing I asked him to do, wash James’ sheets. Not a damn thing had been done. I had intended today to be a cleaning day since we are helping Kim and Patrick move this weekend. The living room was a mess, laundry needs to be done, the boys’ room could stand to be picked up again, and the kitchen needs to be scrubbed… So much to do, and it seems like I never have any spare time. I have done 4 loads of laundry picked up the living room some. At least I feel like I have accomplished something.

Ellie took the kids to her house for dinner so I could go hear the Tennessee Principal of the Year speak at Carson Newman, she was really interesting. I hate when Ellie gets the boys home so late though. It's 2 hours past bedtime, and James is so wound up he doesn't want to sleep. At least Thomas fell right to sleep. Sounds like James is finally asleep too. Only took him an hour!

I am trying to relax and stop being so depressed now. Talking to Randy helps me not feel so down, and Sherrie was helping, but she disappeared. I get so lonely at night when Tom is at work. Maybe that’s why I’m down. I don’t know. I just need a friend to talk to, to do stuff with, and to be with when I get lonely. Ah Sherrie, I can’t wait until you come home…sigh.