It's getting harder and harder to get up and put my game face on everyday.
Benjamin is not happy about his longer days at daycare. We have both been in tears when i dropped him off all week.
I do my best crying in the bathroom.
There is no preparing, only bracing for impact.
Being alone and not keeping busy are my enemy right now.
I'm still pretty disappointed with my last Compassionate Friends meeting.
This time next week, I will be Izzie when Denny died.
I wish my friends really knew what i feel everyday, not just what i allow them to see.
Friday afternoon, I may get Parker finally tattooed!!!
I dont know how Sunday will affect me, I haven't gotten passed Friday yet.
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