pitiful
This morning I woke up with the best sense of well being. Tranquil almost. My baby niece had spent the night and she had thrown up everywhere. But it didn't phase me. I distictly remember thinking "I did 20 loads of laundry yesterday. This will just be the LAST last one!" All day long this feeling stayed with me. I kept checking and rechecking the rooms to make sure they were straightened and swept. No finishing touches needed. I just finished folding and hanging the last last load of laundry and I was putting new sheets on the bed. I smelled the sheets and thought how nice it will be for Vang toi come home to new sheets on the bed.
Thats when I stopped. I almost broke down in tears.
I feel like I have taken hundreds of showers in my quiet house.
Thousands of loads of laundry have been done since he left.
Millions of trips between home and school.
I have slept in my lonely empty bed everynight since he left.
So obviously he must me coming home soon.
But he's not.
Tomorrow he will have been gone one week.
31 days to go.
How good I am at fooling myself.
Thats when I stopped. I almost broke down in tears.
I feel like I have taken hundreds of showers in my quiet house.
Thousands of loads of laundry have been done since he left.
Millions of trips between home and school.
I have slept in my lonely empty bed everynight since he left.
So obviously he must me coming home soon.
But he's not.
Tomorrow he will have been gone one week.
31 days to go.
How good I am at fooling myself.