That Widow

Day 42 and I just want to lay in our closet and not get up.

I finally put away his clothes that had been sitting in the chair by our closet. I had folded them and brought them up to our room but I refused to put them away for him. I intentionally did it thinking that if he can put his clothes away then surely he’s feeling better or getting better. Those clothes never got put away until today, when I did it. I haven’t been able to bring his clothes up from where he would stack them on the dryer. I just can’t yet. Another day, just not today.

My house looks like a bomb went off in it. There is just so much stuff. People dropping things off, trying to stay on top of laundry, constantly on the go. It’s just one thing after another. It also doesn’t help that it’s just me to try and keep the kids wrangled and out of everything. That doesn’t exactly make it easy to get anything done. I’m lucky to get them 3 meals a day, clean clothes, baths, and the house vacuumed. I’m trying, that’s all I can say.

Day 42 and I’d rather just sleep in our closet.