(Originally posted February 24, 2009)

If you see me today and notice my bloodshot eyes and streaked makeup, don't think anything is wrong with J.J. (well, nothing new, anyway). I'm just having a bad day. I'm overwhelmed and really want to be able to discuss it with my husband without resorting to Charades. I want to hear him say my name, our kids' names, his name--heck, much of anything. I'm not picky.

This is harder than I ever would have imagined.