I never forget he's gone, actually he's always right there in the back of my mind. Because it's so apparent that he is gone that I can't ever get away from it. Everything I do pretty much screams "Mike is not around". I don't really mind, I think about him all the time when he's home as well. But it is nice to pretend I'm not thinking about it for a while.
But days like today burn me out. Swimming with friends, potluck at my house immediately after (which I only agreed to host last night once an illness popped up in the original hostess's family), unplanned ER trip with Ethan (Nursemaids elbow. Again. He's fine, got a sling this time.), Tristin's taekwondo class.
We did have another pot luck tonight for a friend's birthday but after everything, I'm just shot. And I don't know how well the boys would handle a mostly adult party (I think they would have been the only kids.) in a park, with a small jazz concert going on after a day like today. So, I sent my regrets and stayed home.
It is now 8:45 and the kidlets are in bed. I am going to refill my huge cup of ice water, grab my book and spend 2 hours in the bathtub then go to bed myself. That is a very excellent plan.
PS: Wanna check out some caffeine fueled ocarina/hoop/poi videos? Look here! I had a coffee for the first time in a while yesterday and I was almost literally bouncing off the walls. Good times.






The longest the hubs and I have been apart is less than a week, so I can't even imagine. I'm glad you have stuff to do to pass the time.
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