The Weekend

Not much to report. Saturday we got up and went to work out. Then we came home and Mike went to get a battery for the Jeep while I started to work on cleaning out the gargage. Most, no probably all of the stuff is mine and I was to start going through it to decide what I wanted to keep and get rid of. Then we just kind of hung out the rest of the evening. Sunday we went to church and then to lunch with his mom. That was nice. Then we came home and took a long nap which was followed by some much needed together time. We went to evening service where afterward the church had a watermelon fellowship to comemorate the 87th year of their being there. Then we came home and got ready for bed.
Monday my mom and I decided we would have a garage sale, note: mondays not a good day. So after a few hours we packed it in and went to run errands. We went to Michaels, Tulsa Gold and Silver, and to the Bargain Thrift Store. By the time we got done it was time to pick up Jordan from school. Then we came home. Mike came home shortly afterward and we moved the treadmill into the house so I can start using it.
Tuesday morning I woke up with a sore throat and feeling like crap. So did Mike so he took the day off. Which would have been nice but I had to take some baby stuff over to a friend of mine. Her name is Kristen and boy does she have problems. Her boyfriend tried to kill himself over the weekend so she had to admit him into the hospital and shes pregnant. She has 2 kids already by another guy. They live with her in a house thats about to be foreclosed on and she needs to move. She sells pills on the side and she still smokes. When I saw her light up I wanted to punch her. That poor baby is choking and coughing every time she lights up and its like she doesnt even care. It makes me sick. I gave her a bunch of baby stuff because she has nothing and I cant hang onto stuff in the hopes that I might have another baby. After I left her house I brought Conor home so he could sleep and my mom and I went to walgreens and ate lunch. We brough Mike back some lunch and then I wanted to nap but didnt get to.
Mike and I got into a discussion about whether or not hes happy and that just upset me. He says hes not unhappy but hes not 100% happy either. He doesnt know why he was feeling this way if its because he wasnt feeling well or maybe it was another demonic attack or what. But I dont like to hear things about his feeling unhappy. I am doing everything in my power to change things about myself that I dont like. I just hope that this will all work out. Then we ate dinner and pretty much went to bed about 7. I still feel like crap but hes seems to be better.