It Only Hurts When I laugh

What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours 
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain  

Well I’m back in the saddle today. Took a day off yesterday to take to my bed with the “vapors.” A southern belle term for being overwhelmed. I moped and cried on and off, had some bouts of self pity of the “why me lord” variety, panic, the whole gamut of freak outedness. Fortunately I’m pretty resilient and bounce back rapidly.

So today is a new day. A fresh start. The birds are singing, the sky is blue. I’m going to do grandma stuff while grandson is in the treatment center. It will keep me busy so I don’t fret so much. Wash his clothes. Move some stuff around in the den to give him a little niche so he feels more at home.

Maybe even crochet him a baby blanket. He’s not a baby anymore, but it will give me something to do 🙂 When I’m done with it there will always be a handy baby somewhere to give it too. Life and love goes on.

Mr. Husband has been my rock. He hugs me, strokes me hair, and says “we’ll get through” this. After 7 years I’m starting to believe him.

5 responses

  1. Mr Husband sounds like a keeper, for sure! Of course, that is why he is Mr Husband!

  2. I hope your grandson is doing better!

  3. I am glad you are “back in the saddle again”….It is never easy to do that and I am glad you have the support of Mr. Husband. Things will be better, it sounds like he is in the right place to turn things around so you need to be ready when he does. Thinking of you and wishing you all the best.

  4. That’s tough, for sure — maybe harder on you than on your grandson. Taking to your bed sounds like the perfect plan. Hope today is better and that he finds himself soon so he can come back to you.

    1. Thank you PInk. I appreciate your kind words.

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