Some days are worse than others. Today is one of those days. I don’t know why, really. Maybe because it’s Monday, maybe because it’s been exactly 6 weeks since David slipped away from me. Maybe I’m just tired. Whatever the reason.
Today is a bad day.
I’m irritable and weepy. I don’t want to do anything but crawl back into bed. Which is exactly what Zachary and I are going to do as soon I get him home from Preschool.
I start thinking about the long list of to-do’s in my head and instead of getting down to business and accomplishing a task, no matter how small, I just shut-down and do nothing.
I hate that feel of nothingness. I hate how it grabs hold of you and won’t let go.
Thank goodness I had the foresight to throw meat in the crock pot. At least, I can accomplish supper for tonite. Because these feelings of hopelessness, feelings of can’t do anything constructive, would be okay if it was just about me – but it’s not. I can’t let myself wallow in the gloom. Which is exactly what I feel like doing.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day.