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.
2 comments:
This is so heart wrenching! I want you all under one roof too!! I'll keep you guys in my prayers.
Thanks so much! Today was just one of those days...overwhelmed, tired, lonely tired of living like this!
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