its Monday! Not really...
I'm back at work and there are hundreds of emails to look at. luckily its all junk that has already passed through production and doesn't require any of my feedback anymore.
i woke up feeling good for about 10 minutes. we walked anais and louis down to the park and that little guy was killing me with just how stinking cute he is. i started sobbing and then it just didn't stop. i cried as i got dressed, bought coffee (that poor tullys drive-through girl) and i cried all on the light rail through downtown. I bought tissues to keep at my desk and I'm just gonna put my head down and plow through some work. I don't know if ill make it a whole day but we shall see.
i feel like i maintained a modicum of control over myself the entire time that i was home, because i had to, and then as soon as I'm back here i just broke down. crying for my dad, crying for my mom. crying for the fact that my dad knew he was going to die but just wanted a little more time. all he wanted was a few more months so he could make it through the holidays and not have it be so hard on mom. he didn't get the time he wanted and we all have to be ok with that now.
*a few hours later*
caught up on all emails. work for today is still just easy stuff to help me get back into the swing of things. right now i just want to go home and snuggle that little pig-puppy louis.
i woke up feeling good for about 10 minutes. we walked anais and louis down to the park and that little guy was killing me with just how stinking cute he is. i started sobbing and then it just didn't stop. i cried as i got dressed, bought coffee (that poor tullys drive-through girl) and i cried all on the light rail through downtown. I bought tissues to keep at my desk and I'm just gonna put my head down and plow through some work. I don't know if ill make it a whole day but we shall see.
i feel like i maintained a modicum of control over myself the entire time that i was home, because i had to, and then as soon as I'm back here i just broke down. crying for my dad, crying for my mom. crying for the fact that my dad knew he was going to die but just wanted a little more time. all he wanted was a few more months so he could make it through the holidays and not have it be so hard on mom. he didn't get the time he wanted and we all have to be ok with that now.
*a few hours later*
caught up on all emails. work for today is still just easy stuff to help me get back into the swing of things. right now i just want to go home and snuggle that little pig-puppy louis.