Lily and Connor were still away so I did something I rarely get the chance to do when they're home. I slept.

In fact I wasted half the day away. Sleeping. Could be the Tylenol PM I took the night before. Could be wanting to avoid a certain someone who's been home all weekend. Could be I just wanted to catch up on something I don't get enough of.

Either way I didn't crawl out of bed until almost 1. Then I spent the rest of the day complaining how there was hardly any time to do anything. That'll teach me. Maybe being tired is preferable.

Bed seemed to be the theme of the day. Chris and I were civil to one another but then again we each did our own thing. I finally got a little cross stitching done, and of course some more laundry. And he was in the den most of the afternoon, working on something. There were occasional bursts of music so I'd say he was probably writing. I made stew for dinner and he came out for that, but then went right back in.

I didn't bother to wait up for him; instead I just went to back to bed before 11. Nothing like being up for less than 12 hours. I was almost asleep when he came upstairs. I could have greeted him but I didn't. Instead I just lay there, pretending to be asleep. He sat on the bed beside me and I swear he just stared at me for like five minutes. He didn't say a word. He just sat there, then he tucked the comforter around me and went to shower.

Ugh! I can't believe I missed that opportunity. It would have been so easy to start a conversation. It's like I'm letting history repeat itself. It was like this between us once before and look where that got us. I just hope we're not on that same road all over again.