I hate weekends now that Jeff is gone. Weekends are for families, and our family is broken, weekends make that fact really obvious to me. I miss him.
I brought the kids into town today (40 min drive one-way) for some
retail therapy Bribes family bonding. It was good, they all were reasonably well behaved (of coarse it cost me) and they were all pretty happy to get out of the house.
While we were driving home a song came on the radio, Ben yells from the back seat, “hey dad loves this song” It was that stupid Safty Dance song. The boys informed me we should’ve played that song at the funeral. Really loud. I asked “why?” They said “don’t you think it would have lightened the mood?” Ummm….No. Gotta love ’em.
And the highlight of the day: I bought new BED SHEETS!! Yay for me. Now all I have to do is put them on the bed. IthinkIcanIthinkIcanIthinkIcan. Choo choo.