If you see me today and notice my bloodshot eyes and streaked makeup, don't think anything is wrong with J.J. (well, nothing new, anyway). I'm just having a bad day. I'm overwhelmed and really want to be able to discuss it with my husband without resorting to Charades. I want to hear him say my name, our kids' names, his name--hell, much of anything. I'm not picky.
This is harder than I ever would have imagined.
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