Today I am dragging. I miss Daddy with a ferociousness that flattened me upon waking in my bed.
I know he’s feeling it too so I should just shut my mouth, be grateful I have him and move on with my day. It just feels like I’m moving around through pea soup.
I want to accomplish so much but when I get home each day I don’t do any of the things I need to do.
Tonight is an event I need to attend. I so wanted to have fun at it but now I’m dreading it. When I’m by myself why do I do this? I drag my feet and half the time I end up not going. But tonight I have to go. Ugh.
My inner introvert is whining about having to be social. Bloody hell. I’m going to need liquid courage tonight. Wish me luck.