Truth be told, it’s not Thursday and until about 30 seconds ago, I didn’t even remember how many days were left in my countdown.
You see, this last week and a half has been a blur. I really haven’t been paying attention to much more than the really important things in my life this week. My children, my family and most importantly, me. It seems as though everything happened all at once. Miss Emma went on her first weekend away. My grandpa was admitted to the ICU at the hospital. Schedules were thrown out of wack, children needed to be juggled and protected, and support needed to be given.
If I could have abandoned it all, and sat in the hospital room the whole time, believe me, I would have done just that. But that wasn’t an option. So I got up, got dressed and went to work. I attended a parenting seminar. I took Miss Mimi bowling, mini golfing and out for ice cream. In between, I sat at the hospital. To pass time, I scrolled through my phone.
I have a ridiculous number of photos in my phone. Even after cleaning it off once a month… the number sits at 3,937. I had pictures of my children, my parents, my coffee…. My house, my clothes, my dirty kitchen. I had a picture or two of my grandma being goofy. But no pictures of my grandpa. Not in my phone anyway.