The Move is Complete!

Well I know I'm seriously behind on blogging and I guess it's okay since no one really reads this anyway. It took us two whole days of driving but we finally made it back to Michigan. We stopped two nights and spent the night because the drive was so hard with that huge truck and towing the car. Tonight we moved everything into a storage unit and now our last task is to return the truck tomorrow. I've been having a really hard time. Today I've been randomly crying because it's finally sitting in that this is my home now and Florida is now a vacation spot. There is so much that I didn't like about Florida but for some weird reason I feel really lost knowing that we aren't going back. I busted out crying randomly through out the day. R decided to just up and run errands about an hour away in the town where we went to college and he went by himself, which sorta ticked me off. It's really hard to feel like you are living out of a suitcase. I suppose it's going to take a little time to get things settled.

We had a special day planned on Wednesday because it's R's birthday and that plan sorta got foiled because my mom forgot that I'd asked her to watch Little Man on Wednesday because we were going to do a bunch of stuff during the day and end at a bar to celebrate R's birthday will all our friends. Also, R has a bunch of work to do because technically he's still working for his former employer. I'm beginning to feel like we are under the same roof and he's just doing his own thing and not taking our family into consideration. Also, so far he hasn't been doing his part of cleaning up after himself. He continuously chooses to do stuff at inappropriate times. For example, today he just got home and Little Man wants to play with him and he does for a little while but then starts working on the computer (something he could do after Little Man goes to bed). I haven't had any time to myself pretty much all day and yet I still don't get any when he gets home. I'm already feeling like he's not being considerate. Then he makes me feel bad and lays a guilt trip on me that I won't leave him alone long enough to get anything done. I felt like saying "maybe you should have stayed home today then." He just doesn't understand why I'm having a hard time and I have a hard time plastering a smile on my face and pretending everything is okay. My tear ducts just start flowing and I can't help it. I hope this gets easier and things work out. Well I guess I'd better go to bed because I'm going to be getting up early with Little Man.