My comments have been dwindling to nothing. Is it my lack of witty reparte, or is it not though provoking enough?
I think I have developed agoraphobia. I hate going anywhere. And so I become more isolated. Sometimes I picture everyone in their lives, running around me on fast forward, as I sit and live each day in slow motion.
It's like being on death row, but having LOTS of last meals. :)
I am literally waiting to find out the fate of the rest of my life. It's been 8 months so far, and I have another 6 to go until I get half an answer. Even longer for the rest of it. And it's not like one option is awesome and one is terrifying. It's like, do I cover my eyes or my ears?
My situation is what it is, and it sucks, but I chose to stick through it and not bail, because that's who I am, and because I'm a little insane. But that's life. It isn't always good vs bad. Sometimes its bad vs worse. And most of the time, it's not as bad when it's over as it is when you don't know what the hell is going on in the middle.
On a brighter note, I grounded my kids today.
I made Gavin write me a report on the Grand Canyon and Yellowstone Park. A direct quote was, "Yellowstone is on top of a large lava field. That's hot! It also must be scary for Yogi the bear."
Gotta love it!
Taylor had to translate things from English to Spanish for me. He did a good job, but I think I see Rosetta Stone in our future.
See, it's the small things in life!