I was originally going to write an “Over the Hump” post and then I woke up today and realized, my life feels like a never-ending hump to get over. Today was the first day of school here in Cali–for the Fort Irwin Post anyway. What a weird thing…to start school on a Thursday.
I’ve been doing a pretty good job at keeping my mind off of it. I’d been completely ignoring it. It’s like the sadness was gearing up in my sleep, waiting to crush me the moment I opened my eyes. Jermahl would have started school today. Last night, I would have given him a bath, and we would have picked out a super-cool outfit together. He would have woken up to a big waffle, bacon, and eggs breakfast (his favorite). We would pray that he has a great first day and then I would have taken him to school. I would have been super excited for him to get home and tell me all about his first day of second grade.
Instead, I woke up feeling horrible without my baby-boy, knowing he’s with his horrible monster of a father who can’t wake up from his alcohol/marijuana induced stupor long enough to pour Jermahl a bowl of cereal. I wish my baby was here so I could give him the life he deserves. It was a tough morning. Happy Fricking Thursday.
**Sorry for no pics. You definitely don’t want to see me today.**