Hanging On

I'm tired.

I have a headache.

I think it's a sinus/allergy kind of headache since I have been stuffy and headachy for the last few days but don't seem to have a cold. Hmph.

I suck at being a single parent.

Math homework. Geesh.

Owen is sleeping in Ernie's spot but he kicks a hell of a lot more than Ernie does.

I miss my husband.

I really like him.

My husband is in Nashville for Americana week and hasn't sent me one damn picture. No cute little texts to make me jealous either. Jerk.

I have a super busy week at work and I just realized that I am busy every weekend from now until November.

I don't like that. I must be lacking a good work ethic or something.

I screwed up Leo's lunch. His sandwich got all wet. Evidently Ernie handles it differently.

They didn't like the route I drove them to school today either.

Owen has to be at school a half an hour early tomorrow for his chromatic scale test on the trumpet or something like that. Leo and I are appalled.

Ernie better send me a damn picture soon. He's at a show with Rod Picott, Jon Byrd, Eric Brace and Peter Cooper, Kevin Gordon and Tommy Womack, Amelia White, Irene Kelly and Bill Freaking Lloyd. Can I get another "jerk?"

Of course I'm the one that sent him there....because he deserves it.

I still wish he'd come home and make the school lunches though.