I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb & Dumber at the airport this morning. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be learning. It was emotional. Dropping off a parent at the airport is always hard. When days like this come, I know they’re coming, but there’s really no way to prepare for them! I can tell myself I won’t cry, but come time to leave the airport, I can’t stop myself. I hate that I can’t control my emotions at times. I hate that Angel’s adorable face distorted & tears came as she watched her Gigi walk toward the revolving door. And how I watched Bray’s eyes fill up & get puffy & red as he kept asking how long til we see them again. I hate how days like this…they just seem to spin in my head & when one little thing goes wrong (like…I get lost coming home from the airport, they fight in the backseat or we can’t find his homework folder…) it can send me into that vortex of sadness I can’t seem to to find my way out of for a while. How dumb!!
I’m tired. I’m going to sleep for an hour. I feel like I’m going to nod off at my keyboard. I need a wink or two so I can have the energy to deal with our puppy, Daphne going to a new home tonight. Again. Hmmm, how can I use distractions and prayer and talking and writing to make the time go by til morning…let me ponder that for a minu…
Chelan 