Yesterday was one of the first nice days of the season...I took my girls to buy spring clothes and amazingly, we made it out of the store with no one having a melt-down. We came home and decided to have a picnic in the driveway. We were having a great time, and I felt myself start to relax and feel content, and then, I remembered the war, and got a sick feeling in my stomach. I managed to keep a good face on for the kids' sake, but my enjoyment of the day was basically over.
I hate hate hate this. I'm trying to write, but struggle with that. I tear up at odd times. Am planning a party for my dh's birthday, not so much because he wants it, but because when I tentatively mentioned the idea to a couple of friends, they all fell all over themselves about how much fun a party would be...
I wish I could pray for this to end, but I'm too angry right now.
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