I haven’t written in a few days. I’ve been too busy doing everything and nothing. Thanksgiving was kind of a disappointment. I don’t know why exactly. It just wasn’t as much fun as it usually is. The food was really good, though. I put my tree and some Christmas decorations up the day after. It looks pretty good. The kids like all of the lights. I wanted to go shopping Friday, but couldn’t because I had no one to go with. I did go to a few stores in Oak Ridge, but it was hard with the kids by myself. It was almost disastrous. I basically only got the few things I really needed, and forgot the main thing I went after. I got two of Chris’ presents. The main one, and then another that was just something he needed. Thanksgiving depressed me really bad for some reason. I don’t know why. After all, I did have fun. Just not as much as usual. I guess it was a combination of Chris having to work when I thought he would be off, the baby fussing most of the time because of all the people and noise, and the disappointment of not getting to go shopping the next day. Plus, Chris has been kind of sick for the past several days, so he has been going to bed early and just not feeling well. He has three nights of work left after today, so it will be a few days before we can do anything. Anyway, I guess that’s the price you pay for looking forward to something so much. You’re bound to be disappointed.

Moving right along…

I am almost through with Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemmingway. It’s been a pretty good book. The first part was really great, but ended in tragedy. The second part is almost through, and I had no clue what had transpired. He has started to let you in on it, at the point I’m at now, though, so it’s pretty good. The book does make me want to be an alcoholic…or should I say “a rummy”…but it’s pretty interesting.

Well, I just looked down because I heard Elijah whimpering to see Kyra smothering him with a pillow. No joke. Two year olds just can’t be trusted. He’s okay, though. Don’t worry. He’s already forgot about it. Eight month olds are very forgiving of siblings who try to smother them.

Well, on we go.

I woke up feeling sickish and with a headache, so I didn’t go to church this morning. If Chris was here, I probably would have went anyway, but it’s really too hard to take the kids by myself when I feel bad. Church, right now, is kind of a sore spot with me. Not a sore spot in that I’m mad over something, but that it makes me sad to go. I don’t care to explain that one, so you can draw your own conclusions. I won’t be mad if you draw the wrong ones.

You know what I would love to do right now? I would love to go get my guitar and play my melancholy away. I would love to play till my fingers bleed, and feel completely better. The only thing that is stopping me is that I haven’t bothered to learn how to play yet. I can play Ode to Joy till the cows come home, but it fails to move me. I wish I could wake up with John Mayer’s ability in my fingers, and wouldn’t he be suprised when Ode to Joy came out of his? I heard his song “Daughters” yesterday, because it was on t.v. It was really cool. I liked it a lot. Chris hates when people sing like he does, but I like it even though I’m not supposed to.

Well, my children need their mother.