Sometimes, I don't "like" things on Facebook that have already been "liked" a lot, because I feel as though my "like" is no longer special.
I am currently sitting perched on the edge of my office chair so that Bennett can stay sleeping behind me without interruption. Fox has decided to join us on the chair, and is curled up on the back. Okay, he just slid down behind me to cuddle with Bennett. I think they're licking each other behind my back.
I work today. I started coughing a minute ago, and felt like I was going to throw up. Just a bit anxious...
I work the next 6 days in a row, and I am really needing to concentrate on one day at a time. Heck, right now, one is overwhelming. I hate this feeling so much.
Last night, my uncle shipped out to Afghanistan for two months. I feel really selfish being this anxious and worried about my job, when he is risking his life over in another country. He has four beautiful children and a loving wife here. Seeing him off wasn't as heart wrenching as I thought it would be, at least at first. We made the kind of desperately casual small talk one makes in these situations, talking about fishing, the weather, and such. He showed us where he works, walked us around the building and told us what everything does. He has a sign in his office that says "DO NOT DISCUSS SECRETS ON THE TELEPHONE." It reminded me of some sort of elite club where girls whisper behind their hands and then giggle when anyone walks by.
The worst part about him leaving was watching mothers pulling their wailing children out of the building where everyone was gathered to say good bye. Kids don't have that "we are in public so don't make a scene" sensor. They screamed like the rest of us wanted to.