through yesterday okay.
had one little teary moment whilst pushing the stroller down the street. she woke up with a cold, so the distraction of the endless booger brigade helped tons.
okay, two. i bawled while watching the queen when diana died and they were debating how to tell the boys. then i got mad over the fact that they took them hunting to distract them. killing=not being too upset over your mother’s death? to each their own, i suppose.
didn’t even get drunk. had one drink and then the headache that i’ve had for going on a week got evil bad and i called it drinking quits.
i even went to bed at the reasonable time of 12:30.
i didn’t look at his picture or urn once. does that make me a bad person, that i’d rather not think of my father instead of cry over him? or does it make me a better mommy, cuz i didn’t want to upset zoë by being a catastrophic mess? you tell me.
