I have never felt quite this way before. I have been homebound for over a week. I haven't had one breath of outdoor air in as long. I am showered. I managed to strap on a pair of leggings and arrange myself so I don't look so pathethic in clothes that don't fit. I even put on some blush.
We go to leave to the movies and my husband can't find his wallet. So now he's ripping apart the house and the car trying to find it. (I am not able to help apparently). He's calling coworkers at work to see if maybe he left it there. We already missed the first showing of the movie.
I am just seriously so bummed, I can't even describe it. I know it's not his fault that he lost it, but I'm going stir-crazy. I am *this* close to just leaving without him.