Home Alone

I hate being home alone. even if trevor spent a good portion of the day with me. Still. I hate it when he leaves. Somehow, it's as if the kids know, and they get extra restless and cranky and needy. I don't blame them. I am a 28 year old version of them, still restless, cranky and needy! I accidentally told a woman I was 27 today. geesh! Where is my mind going? It seems to have left me the day I got pregnant with Kya....I have never been quite the same. Maybe I need to take some ginko baloba or something to give my mind a kick in the pants.


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