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I have nothing to say today. Either my mind is blank or I have so much going on in there that I have just shut down. I'm approaching my habitual conundrum again. "The boys weekend away". Its a love hate thing. I so need the time "off" and I so hate them being away and I miss them so much, that I am sad. Everything is a little more depressing when they are not around; shows, books, church, laughing even food. Before the "Big Bang" I had "him" to look forward to and I could deal with it so much better. We'd have nothing planned but would end up doing lots of stuff. Catching up on shows, driving here, driving there, bowling, planning, talking, cuddling. It was just nice. Every moment I am in that house alone, my one official job is to keep my mind off of that. Now that there is no "him" and I realize that I really hate being home alone. I stay locked in my room hiding from the mound of clothes waiting for me to sort. Or playing dead to the ton of dishes I have to wash or just the general crumbs that boys seem to acquire lurking about.
Where do these crumbs come from? Pockets? Book bags? Corners? Where?! Anyway...
Until next time...