Welcome Weekend

       Today I realized for the first time that the people I work with really care about me.  I have been struggling at work because I think a lot while I work.  So all of the problems that I don't have solutions too, get too much center stage time in my brain.  Back to the point, today I was asked at least four times if I was doing alright.  I kept just saying yes, but I finally approached my supervisor and asked if I wasn't working hard enough because he kept checking on me.  He told me that I was doing a good job working, he just wanted to make sure that I was okay.  He said he wasn't trying to pry, and I didn't elaborate on the matter, but it was still comforting to know that even the people I work with care about me. 
       I still feel very blessed for all that has happened too us, but I am starting to stress out a little bit.  Brandon and I are supposed to figure out a new plan since our current one is failing again.  We are facing some pretty huge decisions in the near future and I'm not sure what the best plan will be for us.  I want to have the plan mapped out and down on paper before conference tomorrow because I want to be prepared for some answers while I listen to the talks.  
       Do you ever have a day when you walk in, and instantly you know that you are just upset about something and the unfortunate soul smiling and welcoming you in, is the poor soul who is about to suffer your wrath? That's about the gist of what happened upon my homecoming today.  Brandon smiled at me and asked how work was, and I grumped at him.  A lot. Unfortunately I grumped him out of the house. Now I feel kind of bad, but still grumpy about stuff so I'm not ready to beg for forgiveness yet... Sigh, does this emotional quality make me an impossible person to live with? Probably.  Will I ever outgrow it? Hopefully. 
       I guess maybe I should make him some amazing dinner with my new wonderful groceries. Then maybe I'll be happier with the food in my tummy and he will sense the apology that I'm currently too prideful to offer... 

Watching the Woodchips

       On a happier note, Here are some pictures from Britain and Brandon on their daddy daughter date:

Walking in the Flowers

       I have a long way to come before I reach that phase of live where the wife (Myself) is actually useful for more than grouching... I love my Brandon, I'll go start that apology dinner.
       And here is my beautiful girl. A sweet image to get me through the day: 

Making Piles (This was with Malena and Vera)