Tuesday, December 01, 2009

The Walking Wounded

That would be me.

I am taking care of daily life. Caring for my daughters. Making dinner. Volunteering. Taking part in small talk with neighbors. Updating my Face*book status. Going to sleep. Waking up. Shopping at Wal-*Mart.

But I am wounded. To the core.

Irreparably, beyond the shadow of a doubt wounded beyond measure.

And the kitchen needs tidying, shower needs to be taken, book needs to be read, children need to be put to bed.

Like I said, wounded.

Thinking of our little Blast-On-Ice makes me want to cry. He has such pressure on his undifferentiated shoulder cells.


Circus Princess said...

It's ok to feel wounded, take your time.

And when the time comes your little Blast-on-ice will have no problem shouldering all of your expectations, hopes and dreams.

BigP's Heather said...

I'm sorry.
Thinking of you.

Eb said...

I remember being there just a few weeks ago. Hang in, it will get better.
I am so sorry.

Nicole said...

Healing isn't supposed to be a quick and easy process - it means that you felt something truly special. Take your time recovering and don't push yourself to be something you're not right now. It's okay to take a little "me" time once in a while.


Sara said...

I'm so sorry.