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Gah.  Got hollered at by the parental and grandparental units last night for not stopping by while I was in town on Sunday night and stopping by so late last night.  Excuse me for having a life.  I told them that I had been busy trying to conceive their grandchildren. (No, I cannot do that any time... my husband is going out of town for two weeks).

Anyway, it is surprising the things you find while cleaning an apartment thoroughly for the first time in a few years.  Books I forgot I owned.  Panties I forgot I bought.  Souveneirs from Spring Break '03.  Mold in the carpet.  (Ew. Hope the Rug Doctor can take care of that).  /me takes a Claritin.

/me is lonesome and the boy has only been gone for four hours.  I need a puppy.   And some chocolate.  I think tonight I'll rub some of his deodorant on my pillow and wear his dirty t-shirt to bed.  Sometimes that helps.

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I want to shoot myself in the head.  *SPLAT*

I have run out of packing boxes.  Hy-Vee only had three.  Get back from the store and realize that while I did procure the needed cleaning products, I forgot to get any food.  I have not eaten today.

I dusted the tops of all my ceiling fans.  (cue dust allergy)

I am lonely as hell and I've been home alone less than twelve hours and have already cried about it twice.

I still have an ass load of shit to pack and clean.  By myself.  Including shampooing the carpet.

*sigh*

The hubby owes me big time for this.  Not only had he better get me knocked up, two weeks away from me notwithstanding, he had better wait on me hand and foot as long as I remain in that condition and for as long thereafter as I see fit.  And that includes responding to every baby cry in the night for at least the first three months.  If you are reading his, I mean it.

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And now I don't even want to call and talk to my husband because every time I've tried I just end up bawling like a small child and unable to say anything coherent. And then I just feel worse.

Can't sleep... clowns will get me

I don't think I can fall asleep tonight.  I haven't slept alone since the night before our wedding.  And that was at my parents' house, not our empty and packing-cluttered apartment.  Oh, I slept on the futon a few times when pissy with the hubby, but I didn't sleep well. 

Maybe if I try the futon... It's weird sleeping in OUR bed alone, but maybe if I increase the foreign-ness of the sleeping location it will decrease the eeriness of the lonely sleeping.  Perhaps I'll try it.  And thank whatever gods there may be for my very old and cuddly teddy bear.  Maybe if I construct a surrogate hubby out of pillows and blankets and put our wall clock in the middle of it.... it works for puppies. 

I am sad and pitiful.  I have spent half the day talking to the bird and the other half crying like a small child.