When you're in a writing (or everything in general) funk, it's hard to be creative with awesome material to humor, inspire, or entertain.
It's been a hard week in the Sinclair household. A family friend's daughter was diagnosed with Leukemia last week. The family is also friends of my parents. So, I knew I had to go there. To THAT place. To a hospital to see yet another family who's life is turned upside down by that C word. It took me four days to do it. That's how hard it was. I am glad I went. But, afterwards it was as if I'd been hit by a bus. I was completely and utterly spent. All the same horrific emotions flooded back, fast. She has a long road ahead. I mean she's just 11- with over 2 years of her Mondays and Thursday's already pre-planned with chemo. Remember when you were 11? Two years seemed an eternity.
In other funky news my children have now bridged the gap between "yay, it's summer-that's so exciting" to "you are driving me INSANE with the bickering and messes". We have got to get some more plans going so that I do not indeed go insane. Because I totally could be committed, between them and my grandmother and her meds, dentures and power chair. How about someone send Mrs. Sinclair on a cruise, okay? Far away, not in a hurricane or oily waters. I'm not picky. I just want OUT of the funk.
Do you see how fast this post went downhill? Please don't send suggestions that I change my name to Mrs. Downer. I promise I really do have all these other things I want to write about but then again, I just don't feel like typing it all out. Can't y'all just read my thoughts like Edward? I'll send you some glitter spray.
Or how about I try and save this post with more sparkle?
All better now? I mean, I am leaving you on a good note (with plenty of substance and brawn, I might add.)