We'll all be talking about 9-11 for years to come, but really for us it will be 9-24. Yesterday was a doozie....
My washer died.
My Uncle Bill died.
I'll be needing a job...maybe I can write Country & Western songs...good thing we don't have a dog, it might have died too!
I am mostly feeling abandoned, sad, not good enough, and ashamed. This isn't how my life was supposed to turn out...ok, so throw indignant in there too. I figure if I just throw this out there for the whole world to know then maybe I can avoid some of those awkward invitations for the two of us, questions about his job hunt, etc.
In the mean time life goes on...the girls are doing school in preparation for what they want to be when they grow up. Now I wonder what I will be when I grow up.