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Saturday, 7 April 2012

at the end of my rope

Easter used to be my favourite holiday, this year i could barely be bothered to drag down the big buckets filled with all my treasured decorations of years past.  nothing is the same.  i dont recognize anything about my life or myself for that matter.  i dont know what to do with myself for fun other than sleep.  I want to be able to do things but I just dont know how.  every other mom I know who lost their kids basically went crazy in one form or the other.  i am doing y best to stay on the side of normallcy but it is much more difficult then it seems.  which is why i guess, that i just want to sleep and watch the calendar tick away until they are returned.  you bet i have low self esteem and i have no idea how i'm supposed to raise it with out my babearoos in sight.  ugg, i'm even openly drooling now.  that has to count for at least a little bit crazy. 

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