Tears

So much for consistency. I spent my entire shower last night in tears, sobbing sprawled out in the bottom of the tub. My serenity during the day about my foiled plans turned into sadness and frustration after my evening plans were shot as well. I was going to go to an SCA meeting, as I am entirely sick of the Michigan Renaissance Festival and still need to get my Elizabethan fix somewhere. I have never been to one of these events, and in truth my friends and I have held them in contempt in the past. But my husband has been urging me to find something to do for myself outside of the home, and so I contacted a group in Ann Arbor. I got quite excited when I found out they have costuming days where you bring your project to the EMU costume shop, and have access to the machinery there. AND the have an Equestrian team, and even if you are horseless, you can rent a horse and join the team! Truth be told, that last bit sold me. So I made the plans, contacted the person who helps the newbie, got my map printed up and even put on some makeup. But since the hubby's truck is STILL in the shop, and one of his freinds/workers for the day couldn't be responsible & drag his sorry butt down here on time to give him a lift, he had to take my car to work. The workshop was at 7 and the meeting at 8. Hubby got home at 7:45. My whole outlook turned a muddy kind of yucky gray. I don't even have anything I can rightfully complain for, though, as it was all unavoidable circumstance. My husband is the hardest working person I have EVER known, and I am eternally grateful to have him. He is literally always working, such an excellent provider/ husband/ father, though we never get time together alone, and I think this is my problem. The last time we had a "date" was to go and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in the theater. *sigh* Maybe today will be better...