Since the boys are home alone during the day, I’ve tried to remove all temptation from the house while YaYa is trying to meet the weight requirements for football.
So while my household is starving for sweet, sweet carbs, they are being served up all pretty and dipped in dark chocolate at my work.
Shh…
Don’t tell YaYa. He’ll be so bummed.
Gloomy skies this morning coupled with a feeling of extreme exhaustion following a full night’s sleep is reminiscent of the early days of grieving. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. I can be thankful for that. Still, I am left wondering what the heck my dreaming consisted of.
I’ll admit, I’m not at all surprised. On Monday, I wrote, “Left wondering for what reason, if any, have I crossed paths with several perfect strangers at the beginning of their grief journeys.” A friend from high school replied saying, “If for no other reason than to remind you how far you’ve traveled.” He’s so right. I used to feel this horrible EVERY morning.