It's Saturday, and I'm trying to get some cleaning done around the house. Babysat my grandson Braeden last night. Two more on the way over now. After talking to WH yesterday, my stomach and nerves have been in constant uproar. Didn't sleep much at all. I know I should not have any expectations just because he talked to me in a normal voice. Heart and Head are still battling it out over what is best. Can't get my hands and legs to stop shaking, even today. Just that short talk with him did all this to me. Had to take another Xanax this morning. I work for dr's so I know about Xanax and sleeping pills, which I have been trying to avoid as of late, but I'm so tired. I just want all this to end so badly, one way or the other.
