So we've done the year of firsts. Our birthdays, my dad's birthdays, Christmas, the anniversary of his death. I couldn't even talk about that. It hurts so much. Way too much for me to still have to carry. I can … Continue reading
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Today has been one of those days. One of those days.
The day began pretty typically for a Saturday with the Hub leaving for work at 6:00am, kissing me gently on the forehead as I barely have the strength to move, both arms trapped under sleeping boys. As he walks out, I lay, trying to remember when and how they ended up pinning me to the mattress. I have no clue. I move. Eyelids snap open. Coffee. Heading into the kitchen, I am struck by the most debilitating pain in my foot. Crumbling to the floor, clutching my foot with tears starting to sting my barely awakened eyes. A Lego. A mother-humping Lego. And it’s still stuck in my foot. Right in the sweet spot between the ball and the pad. I can barely contain it but I am thinking it. Really thinking it. Fuck. It’s not out…
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