The last couple of weeks have been “life sucks” weeks.
Okay. It’s probably the last eight months. But like I said before, some days, some weeks, are worse than others.
So these have been worse weeks.
We have this huge hole, this huge sadness in our lives. Everything else should just fall into place, right? Right?
There’s still crappiness.
Big decisions still have to be made.
Life doesn’t stop. It just keeps coming.
I take deep breaths and just try to roll with it.
But there are days that I’m hitting my steering wheel in anger.
And some that I’m curled up in my closet in tears.
This is what I hate.
Each of the boys have, in different ways, asked me if I’m sad the last few days.
I hate that.
I don’t want the boys to think of me as a sad mom.
I didn’t used to be.
I hate that it takes so much energy for me to be “normal.”
I hate that this is my life. Their life.