It all started like a normal "date Sunday" with the hubs. I was well rested after watching 2 Hugh Grant movies the night before, Bridget Jones' Diary and Notting Hill. (I totally forgot how much I liked his smarmy-ness.) I was up early, read some blogs that I follow, then spoke to my sweet friend, Brendan Parker for a bit on Facebook. (Brendan is the eldest son of 2 of my best friends in the world...and he is in Paris for the semester. Salut' Brendan!)
However, from the time we left the house, Mr. Chad was acting like a total ass. (Yes, such an ass, I don't even want to use the term, the hubs, for the rest of this post.) We barely spoke driving over Long Fork. I got car sick, something that has never happened to me before, IN MY LIFE. He bitched and complained the whole time we were at Bob Evans. Didn't want to go into Lowe's. Wasn't rude to my cousin, Gina, but wasn't friendly either. Decided not to go into JCPenney's with me, so I felt like I was on a timer...and then kept saying, "I'm not going to miss the race today, so you need to hurry."
By the time I came out of JCP, I was sad, angry, and depressed...all in one. All I wanted to do was come home, cry, and sleep...and that's just what I did. I know there are days like this in marriage, but this one almost did me in.
*Highlight though, chatting with Brendan.
Fred and Diana, you raised a great kid!