I admitted on Twitter this week to being in a grief inspired funk. Inspired, my ass. Oh yes, internets welcome to the world of Mummy sobbing while singing crappy Journey songs in my car with all the windows down, sobbing while running and generally living inside my head way too much. The questions that remain now that I’m done with the “Why” series are, “When will it stop? When will the anger depart?” I don’t even question the ones about missing the person. That won’t happen for a while, if ever. No, I don’t think ever.
I’m doing what I can but to be honest I feel like my best these days is paltry. My best is instead of lighting fire to something and hurling glass while screaming I’m chucking plants off my deck that make me angry. Yes, plants make me angry. Heaving them off my deck makes me happy. For five minues. Then I just want more plants.
It’s like I’m stuck in a really bad Nicholas Cage movie and I’m Nicholas Cage. I’m lying in a dark and rainy alley about to get beat up by a bunch of street punks who will leave me half-dead. Later, I will turn into some deformed crime-fighting vigilante. A deformed, crime-fighting, flame, glass and plant throwing freak who can’t stop laughing maniacally.
Now that? That made me feel about eight times better.
In another realm, I’m over here-
Social Moms and Fall Jean Trends
Fighting the Signs of Aging this Fall
And check out my friend Jen, the ambassador of Hope for Colon Cancer’s very first blog post- When Was the Last Time You Asked Anyone for Help? We all need to read these simple words of wisdom.
Have a blessed weekend. I just might have to console myself with a random ‘Friday Night Lights’ marathon.
(((HUGS))) We need another late night, wine-filled, girl session.
Sue, I would adore that! Can we sit outside of Suds and do it? 🙂