Yesterday was one of those days.
I got home from work at 2:30, tried to take a nap and failed.
So then I watched some TV, ate some waffles, made some hot chocolate and waited for Alex to come home.
I fully intended on doing some chores.
But it didn't happen.
I think one of the hardest things for me is to come home and the house be empty.
I'm used to coming home from work and at least one person being home (mom or dad).
Now and again I'd be home alone, but I would never eat alone.
Making dinner for just myself makes me sad.
I enjoy cooking, but only when I have someone to cook for.
But today won't be like yesterday.
I am determined.