I slept most of the day away yesterday after I got home from therapy. I felt so emotionally and physically exhausted from the events of the past day and couldn't keep my eyes open. Today I woke up and got some stuff done. Went and sold some of the kids' outgrown clothes and toys and made a little bit of money off that. My 2nd son came with so we spent about 2 hours 1 on 1.
I'm in an irritated mood tonight. H left to go driving without saying anything. When I asked him about it he gave me attitude then told me I was the cranky one. Then he keeps making cracks about what happened on Thursday. I wish he would have to go through something like that so he'd know how it felt. Maybe I'd get some empathy for once.