I'm glad my husband went somewhere without me this afternoon. I'm glad to have some time to myself.

Our upcoming trip has some mighty stressful issues associated with it, and the itinerary seems to change frequently. I do hope it happens, though.

I really want to just run away. With my husband, but away from some of this mess at home. I'm starting to dislike where we are. Not just physically, but in other ways, too.