Short post tonight. The last few days I've had that periodic sense of wanting to crawl into a hole and pull it in behind me. Everything is overwhelming. I miss my husband. I miss my kids after they drive off with their dad at night because its not my week. I miss the sense of normalcy and calm that pervaded the house just a month ago when SG was home and even on downright crappy and stressful days we could at least just hold hands and hug one another, laugh at the crazy that is our life together and find countless ways to make it all bearable.
Still, there are things to laugh at and find at least momentary relief from my quivering psyche.
Poor T-Bone. Somehow he ripped a hole in his groin about the size of a fifty-cent piece. I could see viscera and muscle...and I knew he needed stitches. Which meant an overnight at the vet and anaesthesia, and $260 later (at least that includes antibiotics!) he's on the mend.
I'm pretty sure if I duct tape him to the roof I can improve our satellite reception.