Oh well, it is also easier to do homework on days like this when you don't feel the pull of sunny weather calling me to go outdoors and fiddle around in the garden.
Ah, the garden. I don't even want to think about it. We had torrential downpours a few days ago which flattened all of my tomato plants. The zucchini and squash held up well in it, but the tomatoes... I don't even want to think about them. I'm going to wait until it dries out a bit and go try re-staking them. In the new house I'm definitely going to pressure Hubby to put up a structure which will allow me to hang all of them next year.
I heard from Hubby yesterday, he thinks he might be home around the 6th or so. While I hope he is correct, I'm not going to hold my breath. It will be nice to have him back before the kids start school, and even better to have him back for his birthday, but I'm almost afraid to get my hopes up.
I've been doing a lot of thinking, and analyzing of myself while he has been gone. I came to the realization that the longer I am away from the work place, the more of a homebody I've become. I would even venture to say that I'm bordering on agoraphobia. I'm not quite to the point of Panic Disorder, but getting closer and closer the longer I am away from a life which gets me out of the house on a daily basis. Going to school has helped some, but I find myself reluctant to leave the house for even casual things. This isn't so bad if I'm with someone I know and am comfortable with. Going anywhere solo though gives me the feeling of a hand crushing around my heart and I get short of breath.
I don't like this feeling. I really want to get out of the funk my life has been for the past 2.5 years which has led me to this state. I really don't like being like this.
OK Alli, shake it off...