Its a good thing that the times of love and sweetness are as overwhelming as the times of utter chaos, disobediance,(why does that word look like its spelled wrong) and horrible fighting. If it wasn't, today would have been the actual day ( I know I've said this before, but today hadn't happened when I previously wrote it ) that I ran away from home.
Since I'm writing this on the plane in silence, while watching my direct TV, and being served snacks, I can tell I'm being more low key about it than I actually felt today.
Why are some days so unbelievably bad and frustrating?
I have wanted to write everyday about funny things the kids say, and even rough situations we go through but I haven't been taking pictures so I almost feel like its too boring.
I'm in the middle seat on the plane. I HATE being in the middle. The girl by the window has her legs crossed into my area. Seriously - she's oblivious to this fact. I'm afraid to fall asleep so I don't accidentally invade somones space. OMG and someone keeps farting. This is the third time in 5 minutes.
Its been a bad day.
I want tomorrow to be here so I can miss my kids.
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