Not smoking, day…several.
There’s a lot of things I’m popping into my body right now, and there’s one thing I’ve realized. I hate being angry. I keep having to walk away from things when I just get heinously bitchy.
It’s hell on Wonderwife and the boy, and I really really need to start thinking forward at some point about what to do to make it up or do something for them. I mean, not-smoking is a nice treat, but not-smoking and not having hissyfits would be even better.
More later, as I should be going to bed here soon. The other bad thing is that this has been playing hell with my sleep patterns.