I’m not feeling good.
It’s not because of the election. It’s not because I’m about a thousand words behind today’s goal. I don’t even think I got the flu that R had just before he left.
I think I’m just sad.
You know, you think it would get easier. Living apart more than together. Routines back to what they were before Daddy got home.
Maybe that’s the sad part. The fact that he comes back into the house and its so effortless to have Daddy around but equally effortless for us to get back to our normal after he leaves.
I don’t want to miss him anymore and I don’t want to drop him off at the airport ever.
Wallowing in self-pity and my NaNoWriMo eating habits DO NOT go hand in hand. I really do try to be mindful of what I am eating simply because I don’t want to be a hypocrite in front of the kids (though having coffee for breakfast while they’re at school is still less than ideal).
Last year being on Pinterest and actually making stuff brought me so much joy that I looked forward to selling some of these things at our parish’s craft fair… only I have a 10K on the first morning of the craft fair.
It’s only day six and I am losing my mind. Oh well. It should make for an awesome novel in twenty-four days!