and this horrible day will be over. I hate this day more than any other. I wish I could just skip May 8, sleep it away...but being a mom doesn't allow that. My day was full of thoughts of Jordyn. I woke up not in a good mood, tired from my early wake up...the boys didn't wake up until after 8:30, I simply moved out to the couch and laid there like a zombie. The boys were arguing back and forth, mostly Jackson...he actually got up after Jacob and I and woke up in just an ugly mood...so he was told to either straighten up or go back to bed. He did straighten up some, but some ugliness persisted for the next couple hours.
We didn't do much. I did laundry, Jacob did his school work, the boys worked on their bedroom a little (and I mean very little..I just didn't have the energy to get in there with them and MAKE them do it).
I had to go to the commissary because we managed to run out of toilet paper...just one of those necessities of life that you can't live without! Then I had a FRG meeting tonight, oh yipee. It was my last meeting as FRG leader thank goodness. The meeting was fine. Chad didn't get home until after 7:30. I wasn't in the mood to cook so I went by BK (I really don't like that place, but we're limited). Not a good dinner at all, but we all got fed.
Tomorrow has to be a better day. It just has to be. Any day that doesn't mark the day my daughter dies, is better than today.