Scooby Doo, Where Are You???

Ok. I am totally on edge. Hubby called me probably now about an hour ago. We were cut off mid sentence and he hasn't called me back...
Where are you, Daddy? My tummy is in knots cause my imagination is trying to pack its bags and run away...
Everything is fine... (exhale) All is right in my world... (exhale)
Dang! That didn't help... Well, it's on to the muscle relaxers...
Well, let's just run down this day...
Went to work. Nothing exciting there. It stopped raining. Just kind of yucky. Went to Walmart to pick up some more things hubby requested for care package I am sending and to bank. Didn't have time to make it to post office afterwards so will mail it tomorrow. Sorry, honey! Put up a collage in my cubicle of pics of my family. It made me happy. I love looking over at my hubby's smile. Even in photos, it's dazzling. Now I have warm fuzzies... :)
I forgot until tonight that there is a FRG Thanksgiving "lunch" planned for the 2ND weekend of November. I need to figure out what I am bringing...
Today is Mom-In-Law's Birthday. I totally forgot until hubby reminded me in an email. I got her a card today too. I will mail it when the kids pictures come back. Hopefully not too much longer. I did send her a text. That's so sad and informal, I know. But at the time, I was at work and I have had such a busy evening...
Elliebear remembered that she had a project due tomorrow. She had to make a hat that represented a vocabulary word. Her word was weight. So we made a giant dumbbell out of aluminum foil and the cardboard thingy from a Christmas gift wrap. And I sewed it basically onto an old hat and we attached an index card with the title on it. It's super cheesy but I think it will work.
When I was a patient last summer at Baylor for my depression... we called it being in "recovery". I was writing lots of poetry at the time. I came up with this: R E C O V E R Y=
Recording Every Conscious Observation, Visualization, Experience and Realization (for) Yourself. I have not shared that with anyone. But we depressed people are always in recovery. Just like alcoholics or drug addicts. It's not something that comes and goes. Symptoms may lighten up, but you are still depressed. That's why I like blogging. I don't have time to finish all the poems my crazy brain has started. I get ideas and I don't have time to sit there and move on them. And I have always kept a journal. So as long as I can release something through blogging... I will be good, I think.
I am recording every conscious observation I have of my behavior. I am recording every crazy thought I visualize. I am recording all my experiences. And I am recording what I realize about myself and how it sums up ME...
It's not as creative as I think I can be. I would love time and privacy to write some poetry. Even if it's dark and dismal, I feel better writing it. Just because it's blue poetry, doesn't mean it doesn't tickle me pink.
Anyway, I made nacho-salad for dinner. The kitchen was such a mess. Princess told me Bruiser has been getting her plate taken away at daycare because she throws her food on the floor. She has been doing it at home and I pop her hand and after the 2ND or 3rd time, I take the plate away. But I want her to eat. It's so hard to be a parent. No 2 weeks notice for this job. I am an indentured servant. It's like one of those senate jobs or whatever where you are hired for life! But the smiles these kids put on my face makes it worth all the frowns.
I love you husband. I wish you'd call me back or email me or something! But I will be patient and continue my positive affirmations. One more day down. This will all be over soon.