Monday was a snow day here so all the kids were home. They all had a blast in the snow. I, on the other hand, did nothing at all. This cold I have has been really tough on me. So tough that on Monday I had the boys watch kids while I took a nap. I felt better after some sleep (and cold meds). I managed to make it through bath time with out Jeff. I didn’t want to, but the kids really needed it. Bath time was always a “tag-team” event at our house. It was always a fun time. I hated to break the tradition, but I have no choice now. We all survived.
Today, it’s been two weeks since he was last here. I felt it all day. I missed him everywhere I went. But I marched on through armed with a fake smile and zoloft. Anti-depressents are a wonderful thing. I’m planning on bringing the kids into school tomorrow because I have to finish up all of the things I forgot to do today. My brain is like mush lately. Sometimes I’m lucky if I can finish a complete sentance. I made it through today tho, and that is what counts. Hopefully tomorrow will go as smoothly.
Sam’s birthday is on Saturday. I have his gifts, but I think it will just be a quiet celebration. I’m not into it right now. I feel bad, but I just can’t muster a whole lot of enthusium for anything lately. I’m just dreading Christmas. It’s not fair that Jeff will have to miss it. Gosh, I miss him sooo much. So much it almost hurts sometimes.