On The Mend

After continuing bad news through the weekend and avoiding the computer, I woke up with a sore throat and sent the kids to day care with a note that I would have my phone off to rest and to call my sister as an emergency contact.

Well, with that message, my sister freaked and went to my mom's house. My sister said that I had been sad everytime she talked to me since Friday and then with the weird note about my phone being turned off, she was really worried. My mom then drove over here and just about busted down my door. When I opened it in my robe and unshowered, my mom asked, "What's going on?" I said, "I'm sick." She then asked, "What kind of sick?" And then I started crying, saying that I missed Dad. Then she cried, led me to the couch, held my hand and had me start talking. And boy did I talk. And cry.

This weekend I had another incident with Chris' mom that was the straw that broke my reserves. I'll have to write about that another time.

This afternoon my Nana sent me flowers since I was feeling "blue". After a day of pure love and rest, I think that I'm getting my perspective back.