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It's December now. I'm here. It's just--
It's just that there was a terrible tragedy in my family, something so unfathomably sad that I didn't know how to write about not it because it was not/is not mine to write about. Please know I hate vague blogging, booking, vaguery of any sort. While this is not mine to write about, it also feels starkly wrong not to say that we are going through something. (Then there is also the fact that I am pretty sure I have a reputation as a bit of a downer here on the www, what with the disease and the deaths and the sickness and the fuck?)
So here we are and it's December. I still don't know how to write about not it except to say that it is there, but so is this: we went to the Nutcracker. Had photos taken with Santa. Ozzy likes to kiss my closed eyes, and Zoey, well Zoey asks me to talk to her about everything and I know this will not last forever. Even with my horrible, frizzy, awkward hair Bryan still makes lewd comments when I walk naked from our bed to the bathroom each morning.
So there is that.
Today is Tuesday. Let's see what Tuesday brings.
xo,
S
7 comments:
My husband is 55 and still makes those comments. Even with my saggy, deflated boobs and stretched out stomach skin. Like I'm trying to teach my girls, men NEVER really grow up. Glad he's still complimenting you and I hope it makes you smile for a minute.
Strength to you all, whatever it is. December is a doubly crap time to be going through family tragedy.
A blogger I read recently wrote this: 'having a partner who’s like a cross between a libidinous 14-year old boy* and enthusiastic canine, (“You, again! Wow! In that shirt? OMG. Pant pant. Awesome!”) is better than flowers, jewelry, or whatever else the media suggests women want.' The star was for this '*with the romantic finesse of a 43-yr old.'
I read it and grinned. Yes, I agree.
I'm with both of you. May we get lecherous silly comments from our husbands/boyfriends/partners until we can no longer hear them saying it. Actually, even then. ;)
Thank you both.
I'm sorry you Petunia face, you. Whatever it is, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry for whatever it is your family is going through. We had a sudden, horrible tragedy in our family earlier this year. I understand your not wanting to write about it yet letting people there's something big that you're dealing with this. The sadness and stress can sort of suck the life out of you for a long time. I became more empathetic as a result, because I realized you never know what others are personally dealing with (that they're not revealing to you). I try to remember that and be kinder and cut people more slack. Sending you energy and healing thoughts.
Thank you Elise. Big random internet stranger hugs to you, which sounds strange but is truly real and right. Energy & healing!
dang gurl, 2016 is the year of disco balls and friggin' unicorns! you're poor family has had a rough 2015. Sending you Christmas hugs.
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