first of all i may or may not feel like this:
i woke up this morning at 7:00.
went into fiona's room to wake her.
but i didn't wanna.
i wanted a tornado.
a time machine.
i knew i would be faced instead with a lip and a face.
"i don't want to go to kindergarten mommy".
her little bangs all straight and serious.
i assured her that linny, tuck and ming ming went to school, as did olivia, her cousin wyatt, dora and all the others too.
so off she went for 8 hours.
but what about me?
there are no other little ones at home to tend to.
but there is painting to do.
and i should probably get all the dishes done and dust....stuff.
i could read all the design blogs i love that i need to catch up on..
but i don't wanna. i am not interested in design right now.
instead i read THIS
this is tragic.
this is LOSS.
this is unspeakable.
if you don't know the back story i'll tell you.
this woman lost her son to suicide a few months ago.
for me...read it.
for you, read it.
when you're done come back....
so what about me?
i am going to go to fiona's school and i am going to grab her up and scoop her up and eat her up.
bc i can.