There are no right words. I’ve seen a lot of words being written, long ones, short ones, so many that just bounce around in circles. I’m going to choose to use the most basic ones, because sometimes they are surprisingly fitting.
I’m sad. It hurts. It’s confusing. It’s consuming. I want it to never happen again. Every moment since that moment feels different.
So, like after other moments that felt as tragic as that one, each new moment will mean more, have more feeling, and hopefully hold more change.
Nine days until Christmas. I’m not entirely sure how that happened, and under normal circumstances I would be freaking out right now because I haven’t physically Christmas shopped anywhere and basically the whole entire internet is glaring at me with giant flashy judgey faces that are all, ORDER BY MIDNIGHT TO GET IT BY CHRISTMAS, LOSER, or, GET IT BY CHRISTMAS EVE BY PAYING $90 FOR PRIORITY SHIPPING, SLACK ASS.
Thankfully Andy and I have a yearly tradition of going out to dinner on our wedding anniversary, December 18th, and then getting some last minute gifts for the kids. I started the practice as a means of forcing Andy to be involved in the gift buying stress that he was otherwise too busy at work for. Now, I’m just as guilty of getting too busy and I’m just hoping to God I don’t get stuck buying the kids packs of socks, Big League Chew and the left over ugly colored Furbys.
What’s Up This Week:
On our Babble Column, That’s What She Said, we decide that Fox News needs to stop making divorce weird.
This week online:
My girl, Heather, does it again. She’s AMAZING and I adore her to pieces (also she is Gigi’s spirit animal)
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