I haven't posted for a few days because every time I go to post, I realize it's just the same ol', same ol' yet again.
The kids seem to be in a cranky phase and are worse than ever about eating.
Work has actually been OK, but it's still work.
Planning John's memorial is taking a lot out of me.
Riley said dog the other day. He also put two words together and said, "Bye bye, baby!" when we were leaving daycare.
Maddie has an awful diaper rash. The only thing that is helping is oatmeal baths in the kitchen sink. She finds the novelty of being in the sink very entertaining.
See? Not so interesting. Well, the kid stuff is interesting to me, but I'm not sure how interesting it is to the outside world. I'm tired of not feeling interesting. I'm tired of feeling like a downer. I'm tired, damn it. Mentally tired. Physically, I actually feel fine.
I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch today. It's overcast and cool today, only in the mid-60s, so something warm sounded good. When I was pregnant, I ate a lot of grilled cheese. John made great grilled cheese. At the end of grilling, he would sprinkle a bit of grated cheese in the pan that would make a toasty, caramelized, cheesy crust on one side of the bread MMM. Delicious. My sandwich was good, but his would have been better.