(This was taken last Saturday, as we drove away from Palm Desert, California. Check out that winding road and the green city in the middle of nowhere.)
About ten days ago, we had an unexpected death in my husband's family. (His brother died of a heart attack.) We found out early on Sunday morning (April 13) and by the next day, my husband had flown to Texas to spend the week with his family.
He had a difficult week, as you can imagine, so it feels wrong to complain about how crazy my week was, but that doesn't change the fact that my week was crazy.
I worked my usual shift, dropping into bed at 1 AM or later. I woke up at 7:15 AM to take my son to school each morning and spent the rest of my days making sure I didn't forget to drop off or pick up anyone. One day I made ten separate trips on behalf of my kids.
Anyway, do I look like someone who managed all that without turning to processed food (Hello, Cookies!). Uh, no.
I'm just making promises I don't keep, planning walks I never take and napping at every opportunity.
Some of you will know exactly how this feels. Others of you will remember being stuck in this whirlpool of failure.
I am going to get it together. I really am. But right now, I'm going to bed. (And tomorrow morning, my husband is leaving again, this time to attend his annual college reunion with a dozen or so of his buddies fromn college. I'll be alone again until Monday . . . )