Just too much to do. I've gotten much done, but there's SO MUCH MORE. Can't imagine how I could be getting through this if I was working fulltime right now. Hats off to you who have.
So many thank you card and emails I should be returning, but I just can't talk to anyone right now. The phone calls alone have been exhausting. Wonderful, but ultimately tiring. It's hard to tell the story of Mom's death fresh for each person. I don't want to get into some rote blah blah blah thing about it, her friends and family deserve to hear it like I'm telling it for the first time, but when you're on the fourth dozen rendition of it...guess I'm not Yul Brynner in The King and I.
Funny, I'm growing irritated with the friends acting like nothing happened. I mean, I don't want to be treated with kid gloves, and I'm trying to stay in a spiritual place about this, but I also don't like phone calls where it's like "So what's new with you? How ya doing?" Huh? Like I want to chit chat about their crappy day. Kinda doesn't compare, you know? I'm sorry, were you orphaned?
Definitely feeling a need today to curl up and hug a pillow. Where is my ass-kicking clone? Need clone.
God. Soooo obvious Aunt Flo is visiting. Cramp, cry, bitch, moan. Shovel food in. Wah, I miss my Mom. At least I worked out today and took the dogs to the park. So what if the corporate taxes aren't done yet. Jail is lovely this time of year.