Last night I was thinking, I haven't cried yet. I mean, when I went to church camp with Kelly last August I cried on the first night that I missed my baby boy. However, I've been here 5 days now and I haven't cried yet. It's not like I want to cry, it's not like that, I just think it's weird...
Anyways, I went to bed around 11:30/midnight and I had set my alarm for 9, 10, and 11am to get up. I had planned on doing laundry mostly, and organizing my room; I got up at noon. So instead I did the dishes from dinner last night and cleaned the kitchen. I mean, that's not a bad thing at all! Don't get me wrong! I still plan on doing my laundry, but