So it turns out that pockets of quiet are becoming more possible in the evenings! YAY!
If there’s anything I miss about blogging, it’s figuring out how I really feel about life. Would you believe that after writing such a raw post about my father’s abandonment, the thing that got me most wound up was the part about my brother? I had no idea I was angry until I was literally typing it out, all twitchy, trying not to shake. I love my Joey. Actually, I love my Shmoey Oey Joey. That’s what I call him.
Speaking of rage, let’s talk about Shepherd. Lord help me, this child!