day 137: I'm 3 again

Like the kind of 3 that is selfish and immature.

That's me again today.

Missed his phone call. Twice. Cause I was playing with our kids in the pool.

He didn't respond to my text.

And then, hours later, we walked in the kitchen to find our very short stack of mail from 3 days' worth of being gone. Half of the mail wasn't for me. It was for my kiddos, each getting a card from their Daddy. All I got was junk mail, destined for the recycle bin.

Do I sound overly pathetic? Immature? 3-year old-ish?

Cause that's most definitely how I think I sound.

And now I'm trying my darndest to not be bothered, but I'm bothered.

I hate that.