I was happy all day. My husband comes home and I get depressed. I’m not depressed that he is here, but something is definitely bothering me. I can’t even figure out what it is. And now I’m stuck, up past my bed time doing this stupid fantasy football draft. Whoever thought football was fun and picking players you know nothing about would be fun. I’m just getting in a worse and worse mood.
Wanna know something funny? I’ve noticed tonight that Zach is more affectionate when he is drafting for fantasy. Yes, at the moment he isn’t paying any attention to me, but occasionally he’ll turn around and run his hand through my hair. He hardly ever does that. I wonder if doing something he enjoys makes him happy and it spreads the happiness. But if that’s the case then I don’t really make him happy and that is very sad. Hmmm.
I’m tired. I just want to crawl into bed. I think we’ve still got an hour. This is miserable. And Zach is so into it. Doing research and whatnot. Not me. Takes me two seconds to decide who I want. Football is stupid!