Hey reader. I'm home, haven't showered yet. I need to cause tomorrow will come too soon but he'll I feel like sleeping. Decided on pizza tonight instead of burritos. Supposed to go to in laws tomorrow for dinner so that'll be ok.
I'm honestly surprised we're here in our own house right now. Like something... I don't know how to put it. Just memories.
Still numb, which is how I get through now. Therapist is worried about me but I am ok. Really. I'm not sad. I'm not anything.
I think my brain shut shit down for me. Which is good.
Also.
French fry crust on pizza is fucking bomb.
Even middle kidlet loves it.
Eldest got his DL and now is wanting to drive everywhere all the time. He went to his best friend's house a bit ago, giving moral support. I can't say why but trust me they need it.
I'm going to give myself til next month and then decide on what I want to do. Everything wise.
If I accept moving down to the coast, I dunno. It may be good. Even if it seems it won't be.
We moved 18 bags of soil to a lady's house because her husband has bone cancer and she has basically a super hernia. Some of her internal bits are now external bits. Dear Lord. Ouch.
I have this odd feeling. That I need to say, it'll be ok. Not necessarily listen to your heart (lol that song is badass) but like, trust your intuition. Alright?
Alright.
Always
S
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