I just don't have it in me today. I can't write anything funny or clever or sad or thought provoking. I am in no mood to make a list of any kind...no getting to know me, favorites, stuff I can't believe I said to my kids. Stuff I can't believe they said.
There are scraps of paper in my nightstand, my purse, in the Quest where I jot down brilliant post ideas. Oh yeah, you should probably know that I am extremely modest and hilarious and thought provoking. But mostly modest. I even start writing some of them. Yes WRITING...with a pencil (must be very sharp) or an ink pen (must be blue). But not today. Today I am in survival mode.
Big Yankee has been gone for 86 days. I can't really think about it because it will swallow me whole, gnaw me into teeny, tiny bits and spit me out. I just go through the motions and hope that something changes soon so that we can get back to some kind of normal life. A life where I get to live with my husband and see him every day. A life where my monkeys get to hug and kiss and snuggle Daddy goodnight instead of settling for a phone call.
A life where we live together.