I hate it. Every time I hear it I swear a piece of me dies. What is it? It's the opening of a beer can. Pop ... crack.
H was away all last week on a biz trip. He got home this morning. It was a long week w/o him. D15 had a school event that he missed. It was nice to see him this morning. After a long week he slept a good deal today. D15 is with friends so we got carry out for dinner. And while we were eating I realized how blitzed he was. I was really hoping to have a nice night with him but it's hard to have those feelings when he's this way.
After dinner he went upstairs to use the little boy's room and when I didn't see him for 30 minutes I thought ... can he really still be in there??? I went and looked and he's passed out on the bed. Snoring.
I wish some of you lived close ... I need to GAL! Sorry for being so depressing.
