Rough day. I haven't felt this lonely in...ever, actually. I'm not saying that to get sympathy: it's just a fact. I haven't had any social interaction in what feels like forever thanks to this stupid snow, except when 2 kind friends dropped off some Christmas treats on Saturday. And it certainly doesn't help to have Andrew gone. Oh, with no hope of returning until after Christmas. I can just stop praying for him to come home in time for Christmas and start praying for strength to deal with it.
I spent most of the day feeling sorry for myself. And then, after I put the kids down, I decided my kitchen needed a good, deep cleaning. I put on my magic rubber gloves and went to work. And you know what? I feel better now. I'm going to dig in to my favorite comfort food on the planet, a Drumstick (I'm confident that will be the main food group in heaven), and read my friends' blogs now. With a clean kitchen and vacuum lines in the living room, nothing is as bad as it seems.