We returned home to Kansas today...as we pulled in, the evidence of our lives put on hold is more than obvious. Five days worth of mail packed into our mailbox. Five days worth of newspapers stacked neatly on our front porch by our neighbor. The "Sorry I missed you" sign on the door from the Schwan's guy. The lawnmower pulled out slightly in the garage because we were going to mow. Inside the house, 55 degrees because it was in the 70's when we left and I had turned off the heater. The Sunday newspaper in a pile on the kitchen table, half read because I hadn't finished it when I got the call. How to move on...
Even though we had called Dad and Deb to let them know we had pretty much made it home, there was an overwhelming sense that I needed to call my Mom to let her know we were here. After we had gotten dinner and had the kids in the tub, I crawled into my bed for the first time since Sunday morning. I closed my eyes and desperately wished we could all go back to the way it was. I managed a nap on the couch this evening and around 11, Mike nudged me upstairs to bed. I can't sleep. This overwhelming sadness is crushing me...but I will move on.
3 comments:
Time, give it time. I was noticing the same kind of things here. 59 degrees inside, stacked mail, a craft project tossed on the table. It will get better. At least easier, at any rate. I'm here if you need me, Barb.
You know I am too.
My place stayed at a level 70 degrees. Now that I've got the windows locked down, the furnace doesn't kick in nearly as much.
(^_^)
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