Monday, August 12, 2013

A Rude Awakening

Shit, shit, shit this is my life. (Sorry for the language. My husband will probably be proud when he reads this. He tends to have a colorful vocabulary and I tend to nag him for it. But, sometimes a curse word conveys what regular words cannot.) That is my thought when I open my eyes first thing this morning. I am a mother, but my arms are empty and the nursery down the hall is silent. Shit, shit, shit. Time to find my way through another day.


  1. I love this naked expression of unedited, raw emotion. It's authentic. If you're like me at all, you want to punch people in the face for calling you courageous, but it shows an admirable depth of courage to get out of bed after such an unfathomable loss, let alone document it. You're a hero, and your angel girl would be so proud of you. *Is* so proud of you, no doubt. xo

    1. Haha you're right, it doesn't do much for me when people say I'm strong or brave. I feel like I don't have any other choice and I'm just doing what I know how to get myself through another day. It's amazing rereading this post 3 months later and thinking where I've been and where I'm going. Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot. xo