The husband thinks I am depressed. For real! He doesn’t seem to believe me when I said I am not. I am telling the truth, I am not depressed. I do feel down from time to time for things happening that I don’t have control over but that is nothing major. He thinks I am severely down that he is scouring the internet for motels in Myrtle Beach so we can get away for the weekend. When he couldn’t find anything specific he said we will just drive down there and find us a place to stay. It is off season right now so there will surely be a lot of motels with vacancy. I have told him I am fine but I think he believes otherwise. Now what do I do but go with him to cure this supposed depression that plagues me. He is such a worrywart that even if there is nothing to worry about he does. I guess I will have to get ready for the weekend. There are a lot of things to do and places to eat in there. I just love visiting that place.

This morning right after I finished fixing his lunch I sat down in front of the computer to check my emails and there he was again asking me if I was fine. When I said yes, he looked at me hard and said I should be more energetic. Now, I am not a morning person. I hate waking up early. I want to laze in bed until I am ready to get up but I have obligations to my husband and I do have a little man here who wakes up at the crack of dawn reciting his ABC’s. Being energetic in the morning is not my thing and he knows it. I don’t know what’s up with him.