I love the new place. Love It. but I miss my kids so very very goshdarn much. I remind myself of how little they'd be home anyway but it doesn't matter because it was the little things that I so enjoyed sharing with them. hanging out. low key. off key. just being in the same goddam room.
Thinking about this makes me want to cry. Last night struck by the huge sad wave I tossed myself into cleaning. I tidied. Put away almost everything. Washed the two dishes I have. And swept all the carpet. Which is great to wake up to. But sad.
I love you
Don't hate me
the cats are obsessed with the bedroom windows. They are the ones in this hillside garden apartment that are on ground level. There's a tree ouside. Trashcans across the walk and most importantly there are little scampering birds. In an effort to get a good view when the blinds are down the cats have bent back breaking off three or maybe more little end plastic pieces. I need cat proof indestructible blinds. And something less ugly.
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