For the entire month of August, I just didn't let myself think about it beyond the facts. For the last two weeks, I just focused on anything else that took my mind off of it. Over the weekend I was busy getting things ready, so I was too busy to think about it. Tuesday came. Miss V came. It was a good visit, with laughing and smiling, and questions asked and answered, and Kit played with her, and smiled and made us laugh like usual. But it was different, and we felt it. I didn't let myself go there, because I didn't want to break down, not that it would have been the first time in front of her (nor the second, or third, or even fourth probably.) And then it was time for her to go, and we took some pictures, and all the kids hugged her, and I held Kit on my shoulder on the steps so she could wave goodbye until Miss V is out of sight like she has every week for at least five months. And then we closed the door, and Kit went on with business as usual, beca...
Haha! Too bad the terrorists don't enjoy wearing wrong makeup and rewiring their demented brains by sorting out shapes...or maybe they shift shapes....or maybe they could have soothed their anger issues by a few minutes in yesterday's rocker with a cup of hot chocolate!
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DeleteThe other day I did what I call a 27 fling boogie. The fun name is supposed to help! I went through the house with two bags--one for trash and one for things to pass along. Very quickly, before I had time to change my mind, I filled the bags with 27 items! I love decluttering. The less stuff I have, the less stress I have, it seems. Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteWay to go to you too! I love the name, 27 fling boogie! And I completely agree, less stuff less stress. That's what I'm aiming for!
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