Actually, I guess I would have a lot of things to say, but I'm not in the most positive of moods. And this blog has seen enough negativity to last a lifetime.
Okay, so I'll add to it.
I don't like Thanksgiving. There, I said it. After cooking a big feast, Bob taking over in the kitchen and basically pushing me out, I realized that I actually do love to cook but that he does too, and he's 6'5 and bigger than me and he just takes over. Plus we don't like the same types of food. Back to Thanksgiving, though, I have just never enjoyed the holiday. It's always been one of those that were no big deal to me. How awful is that?
We got out the turkey Thomas made, ate our feast, and then we discussed the fact that none of us really like turkey, none of us really like stuffing, either. So next year we're going to do steak and potatoes.
And the whole thankfulness thing...I guess not a day goes by where I don't actually think about how thankful I am. I love my son more than anything, my husband is my rock, even though he takes over in the kitchen, and life is pretty good. Well, it always could be better -- or worse, but I think we've had our share of worse for awhile.
Speaking of worse, Bob had to go to California a couple weeks ago. He called me early one morning and I was met with this:
"Now don't panic, I'm okay, but..."
Oh, God, now what? My heart was pounding out of my chest because he was talking in an excited way, very atypical for him.
Well, to make a long story short, Bob was hit by a car in California, seriously damaging the car he was in and totaling the car that hit him. The person who hit him was walking around, so if she was hurt, it couldn't have been all that bad.
Thank God (no offense to my atheist friends) that Bob wasn't hurt.
So I freaked out the entire time he was gone, worrying about him. I didn't cry while he was gone, but when he walked in the door, I hugged him, sat down and let the dogs attack him, and Thomas hug him and I bawled. I just released and cried so hard.
He has yet to show me the pictures of the cars. I think he knows better.
Ever since I've been kind of down. I think the year I've had has finally hit me. The car accident was the icing on the cake.
Life goes on, and I put on my happy face and pretend. "Fake it 'til you make it." Today we decorated the house. While it wasn't exactly fun for me, I pretended and Thomas had a lot of fun. We got some new LED lights which I love to pieces, and they give off a cheery glow.
Monday we'll start school again, after taking a week off.
I must admit that I am just tired. I think that best describes my state as of late.
And that's about all I've got to say. For now.