Back into the post-holiday swing of things. Sort of. Despite my best attempts to have a regular schedule and fill our social calendar with things to do, grief still manages to sneak its way into the program.
Had meals with friends over the weekend and Marley’s first piano recital. Managed to exercise a fair amount this past week–all of which makes me feel better and serves to help me forget that I’m a single mom 24-7 365 days a year for the next 15+ years with no break in sight (the fact of which makes me hyperventilate in near panic).
Yet, though I was successful (with the help of friends) in warding off the weekend blues, they have now crept into the workweek, not to be ignored. So instead of working this afternoon, I am crying. I guess it has to be done. But it is not a whole lot of fun living with a broken heart and broken dreams.
All the while, the paperwork and the laundry continue to pile up.