So, can we all just say it- Worst. Valentine's Day. Ever.
I told the hubs I'm going to rip February 14 out of every calendar we ever own. Last year, he had to come back to NC on Valentine's Day. This year, he had to leave me again on Valentine's Day. Ugh.
I haven't been to sleep yet. I got home at 3am, and the dog wouldn't come to bed. He keeps waiting for Mr. M to walk through the front door. I tried to sleep, but I kept getting text and facebook messages of love and support (which I am SOOOOO grateful for). I decided that as long as I stay busy, I'm ok.
So I got up, took my neighbor shopping for care package items and some Starbucks, did dishes and taxes, and have managed to stay pretty busy all day. Until now. I'm trying to make dinner and the tears keep trying to come out. I am going to be strong through this. I am going to be a wife to make my hero proud. But dammit, it's going to be hard. Some minutes I feel fantastic. Others, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry until I disappear.
God, give me strength.