Dinner at 6...

Dinner at 6...For the longest time when my husband came home i dreaded diner time. I was always tired, dinner was often poorly made ,had to turn the lights off and use candles and then the table.

I hated sitting at the table because everything about it was disconcerting for me. I felt dizzy at the table , waiting for the table to flip me over, to crash to the floor, to feel dizzy. There was something about that table.

So, often we ate on the couch!