Since you’ve been gone, today has been very difficult.
I guess the fact that sleep wasn’t much of a thing last night, set the day off on the wrong foot. But although the sun kept shining, there was no feeling of hope or optimism, and it’s not just me who seems to be in the doldrums.
Number 4 has had a very hard day. She was brave enough to initiate a conversation that was never going to be easy for her – and for which I applaud her. But it has set off a chain of upset and I think most of us in the house will have had tears before bedtime.
Which doesn’t really help the butterflies that have been gathering in my stomach all day long. I am looking forward to tomorrow. I really am. But I’m also not. As usual, I am a catalogue of contradictions. If I live to be 150, I think I will ever be thus.
Ah well. At least I’m honest about it.