I woke up feeling like something was very wrong. Very wrong. The missing pieces of myself were bloody wounds today…emotionally speaking. I was mean to Sunny about helping get some food made and dropped off to people less fortunate. I was harried and in a mood all day. I was quiet.
I miss my boys.
A mother should be with her children…nothing could do but to be with them. Like this day only a little less insane.
So finally after the turkey, after the family, after a million little things… finally at the end of the day, when Sunny, of course, wanted to go to C’s, I was able to go to them. I wish they were here tired and full of too much food, laughing when I called them my “little turkeys.” I want them here.