Squishy

This is a coin I termed several years ago to describe this sort of in-the-middle feeling; it means that while things aren't really bad, they also aren't really good.  Unsettled.  And today?  Today I feel squishy.  The day itself wasn't bad, really.  E wasn't feeling great early this morning, but that all seemed to dissapate within a few hours (read: after I spent $50 at the grocery store at 6:30am, stocking up on Pedialyte, broth and crackers).  We had a pleasant morning and then walked up to the coffee shop for lunch with Myles, his girlfriend and her sister and grandmother.  E and I both took a good nap, but then the evening sort of fell through.  J was feeling grouchy  because of some extenuating circumstances and we were just totally miscommunicating.  He needed to vent and I kept offering suggestions and ways to make it better.  But see-- that's not what he needed.  He just needed to vent, to get it all out and I kept interjecting my thoughts, my opinions.  I finally shut my mouth and just acknowledged his feelings, which was a good step, but by that point, I was already frustrated and he was still frustrated and the rest of our evening went nothing as planned. 
And so now  I feel squishy.  It wasn't like we were fighting; it's not that we're upset with each other.  I just tend to take it personally when he's feeling sad, even though what he often needs is to simply not take other things so personally.  Go figure, huh?  So I'm squishy, sitting here on the couch with leftover Easter candy (because that's obviously going to make me feel better) and watching LOST, but not really paying attention because I'm so distracted by how I feel.  The good news is that after LOST, I'm going to bed and everything is always better in the morning.