So, the day has been busy, if not particularly interesting. The morning began early, since DD decided that she had slept quite enough. I opened my eyes to a fluff of brown hair and big blue eyes, looking down on me and telling me that she was hungry.

For one reason or another, none of us were all that enthused with the idea of breakfast, though we were hungry. So, instead of bothering with pancakes and the like, we opted for re-heated pizza from the evening before. I know, some people think that that just sounds gross. We all come from families where that was the norm though. Shoot, my family had become so accustomed to pilaging the pizza leftovers that I readily eat it while it is still cold, straight from the box. DH thinks I'm funky, but *I* am not the one who ordered broccoli and banana peppers on my pizza. lol

After our oh-so-nutritious breakfast, we piled in the car and headed over to the cell phone shop. DH had been crunching numbers, and he decided that it was high time that we get a cell phone. I guess that we are no longer the last people in America to own one of those things. lol So, we found a modest phone plan so DH can have a phone on him for those times when his work pager goes off, and we can't find a pay-phone or quarters. He was holding out, hoping that his company would pay to get him a phone, but it just wasn't happening.

The phone shop was fine, but it definitely wouldn't do much for our empty cupboards, so we went to our local discount food store. Boy, did we shop! We got two separate carts, since I wanted to get groceries for Sis. They are still trying to adjust to the new baby, and Sis is really quite sore still. Anyway, as I was putting away our groceries, DH just shook his head and told me that it was best if I didn't take him shopping with me. Somehow, we spent about twice our normal amount, all on groceries. My freezer is stuffed full of things that I would never buy on my own, like tv dinners and microwaveable burritos. Oy. lol I guess DH will have plenty of things to take off with him, to work. But, all in all, it doesn't bother me any. I figure that we won't have to go shopping for an extra week or two, so it all works out. More than anything, I just liked having the company.

Once all of our food stuffs were put away, we drove over to Sis's place to take them their groceries and to visit. The guys sat down and thumbed through car part magazines, dreaming about all of the things that they could do- if only they had the money. DD jumped around and was more than a little obnoxious, while Sis and I sat on the couch with Landon, watching "The Wedding Singer". Boy, that is a cheezy movie. lol

While we were visiting, Sis asked if I was ok. She says that I have been acting odd lately, though I keep playing dumb about it. I haven't been feeling all that well, where my head and heart are concerned. She says that she worries about me, especially since I didn't stay at the hospital for as long as she had anticipated me staying. I didn't bother to bring up the fact that she had publically chastized me in front of her friends and family, and told me that I wasn't allowed to talk about her with anyone else. I'm not sure about the logistics of that, since she is my sister. I find it quite difficult to somehow *not* mention my sister and new nephew, being that they are important in my life. I wonder exactly how she would take it if I told her that she wasn't allowed to talk about me to any of our family or her friends. I wonder how that would go over. *sigh* Yes, yes, and obviously since I mentioned her here, then I am not obeying her royal decree.

Anyway, my melacholy has much deeper reaching roots than a bit rebuking at an embarrassing time. I'm just kind of icky poo. I guess I just don't handle change all that well. Sis is understandably busy right now, so I have more time to myself these days. Little sister is busy, packing up their household for their move, and DH has been quite occupied of late. I did manage to talk my dad into coming and having dinner with me the other night, since the idea of eating alone was pretty repulsive. He did come by, but only long enough to eat and run. Apparently he had a birthday party to attend. *shrugs* Everyone is just ...busy. I dunno. I must be more than a little lonely, and it compounds that whole "I'm a failure" feeling that I get every time someone close to me has a child. Sis is still in that beginning stage of love over her tiny little man, so she is content to sit and hold him all of the time. I did get to hold him once though, when I visited at the hospital the other day. He's a real cutie.

I think that my ickiness is worsened by the reality of DD's temper tantrums and generally bad attitude. She has been a real card lately. Stunning enough, she actually acted up so much today that she earned herself a spanking from DH. Now, you've really got to be doing something wrong to get a spanking from Daddy. He says that we have been lenient enough on her that she is feeling her oats, basically because she does not respectfully fear us. Now, I'm not talking about being scared to death of causing our displeasure. I'm referring more to the respect and awe, like what we have for God. I am always in awe when I think on the greatness of God, how much He loves me, but also His corrective power in my life. DD seems to be lacking that same *kind* of respect for DH and myself, though we have tried very hard to be fair in handing out affection and judgement. She is taking advantage of the situation though, and I guess that I see where DH has a point, that we have to work a little harder at keeping our parental authority, and not allowing DD to think of us as "big friends" all of the time.

Well, after we arrived at home from Sis' place, DH and I set about getting dinner together. It is rare that we get to work together, because I normally have dinner ready by the time that he gets home from work. This time though, I set to washing dishes that I had set to soak, and he began working up a stir-fry. From time to time, I would pop over and help, getting the rice ready and all. I know that DH enjoyed the experience, because he likes to cook, even more so when things turn out to be yummy.

I'm without DH's company for a while this evening though. His boss (soon to be uncle-in-law) called and asked if he could help him put down carpet in DH's little sister's room. (she is 9 years old) So, of course DH said that he would do that, and he picked up some tools and headed out that way. I'm not sure how long he will be gone, but I sure miss him. It stinks being so oddly needy. Of course, it isn't that I don't need him at other times, just that I'm a particular sort of mush-head right now. But, hopefully he won't be gone terribly long, and we will be able to snuggle on the couch and watch "The Notebook" together tonight.