Time to suck it up. The world doesn't seem to give a person much space to grieve the loss of a pet. The fact is, I'm still a mom, I'm still Mike's Amy, I'm still an employee, I'm still a student...I'm still responsible for so, so, SO many things and I need to quit turning my head so I don't get dizzy from watching the world turn outside.
As you can see, I'm already well on my way to productivity...seeing as how it's almost 2:00 p.m., I have loads and loads of laundry waiting for me, nothing for dinner tonight (or any other night, for that matter) or lunches for the week, a mountain of school work to do, yet, here I sit...writing a blog that no one reads.
I miss my boy.
My girls are running around upstairs, playing some game that involves one of them breaking the sound barrier with a squeal, the other chasing and yelling, "I GOTCHA!", lots of thumping, and the occasional [CRASH!], followed by, "Oh. Are you okay?", and then, "Yeah, I'm okay." Repeat.
Oh....wait.....scratch that.....I just heard, "Can you get mommy?"
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Ava just came down, holding her forehead, whimpering a bit, and said, "I almost hit my head, but I didn't." To which I replied, "That must have been scary." She nodded and said, "It was. Can Maria and me play Wii?"
Yep.
I miss my boy.
But the world is turning so I'm jumping back on.
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