Amy E's Journal

I was kind of crabby to my h yesterday. He was wanting my son and I to skip going to my son's game, so that we would be on time to his grandmother's birthday party. We'll be about 30-40 minutes late, if we go to the game. I think I have had way too much time with his mother, so I barked back at him. The last time I saw my grandmother, my h sat in the car. He doesn't like nursing homes (who does). She was in assisted living then. It was a long time ago, but I remember how that felt. I do so many of his family's shit, and it gets old. Believe me, no one there will be upset that I'm coming late.

Long day. Snow day. I haven't done much more than cook and eat. Not a good thing. Hopefully I'll be in control tomorrow.