I came to a conclusion today. This week I've eaten too much; watched too much TV and not gotten nearly enough accomplished. Wah, wah, wah. There is a bright side. I didn't cry myself to sleep--not even once. My boy will be home tomorrow. My girl went back to school today. She apologized for feeling better and needing to leave me alone. That's pathetic huh?
My other boy is happy. And while I'm glad he is, he should be happy here! I expected this week to be an extremely deep valley, but it turned out to be a peak--knock on wood. It's not over yet. Thinking about missing Mikey, in a very weird way, eased the grief of missing Ian. Distraction again. I'll take what I can get, especially with Easter on the way. I know, what holiday should make me happier than Easter? Wait for it. That will be a hard post to write--ghosts of Easter past.
Right now, as I was typing, right now, the camp just called. "No emergency," she said, "but Michael had a collision on the basketball court and got a bad bloody nose. We iced it and he seems okay, but there's quite a bump. I'm calling to give you the option of coming to get him and get x-rays." I spared her the details of what happened the last time I got a call from a camp my son was at.
Keith said if it's broken and needs to be set, it can be set tomorrow. So much for not crying myself to sleep.
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