During dinner this eveing, D and I were discussing the fact that our dry cleaning needed to be picked up tomorrow. I said that I could've picked it up after 5 today, but at the particular time, I was not in a very good place -- meaning the kids were driving me crazy and I was quickly losing my patience. However, when I mentioned that I wasn't in a good place, my dear, sweet, over-thinking-everything Jeremy said, "Where were you?"
My answer to him? Home.