The Things We Don't Say

I don't call you often enough. I don't tell you how much I love you. I don't tell you how I wish you would get your life together and act like a human being. I don't tell you when you are making me so angry that I could eat nails. I don't tell you how proud I am of the choices you make. I don't hug you.

Because if I did, I would have to let you in to the places that ache. I would have to let you see me. I would have to show you all the tender places that hurt for you, that cheer for you, that are afraid for you, that are afraid for me.

But, just so you know, I DO love you. SO SO SO much.

SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tommorow is the kids last day of school and they are so excited! For school tommorow all they are doing is watching the slide show and it's only 2 hours. After school we are going to have a teacher appretiation lunch and all of their teachers are coming. We're going to have a full house!

While Waiting For Inspiration To Hit...

I got hit with something else. It felt like this:

All over my body.

Except my throat.

It feels like this:

And my chest?

It might have one of these on it:

Except when I cough.

Then it is most definitely one of these.

So, I'm going to lay down for a few more days and hope something comes to me in a cough induced, oxygen deprived spasm.

If I live that long.

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So, I took myself to the doctor today and she said, "You have bronchitis, and probably the early stages of pneumonia. Here's your prescription."

Thr good news is that thanks to the advances of modern medicine, I will live.