Its like that head-on collision you know is coming.
That moment when you realize your denial has been tossed aside far too long and nothing will ever actually make things better.
That deep, dark pit of angst in the pit of your stomach.
Long story short, I am pretty sure it happened again. No, it did. Again. But, from me. Done.
The first official day of spring break, with snow, in Stepford. The misery. The reminders. The memories of much, much better spring breaks that included driving through torrential downpours across NY state, and a heart-wrenching stop in Salem.
Nooooo, not today. Today. Has. Sucked. Sweaty. Diseased. Balls.
So, I mark today with a song from my kids, who have no idea just how much I needed to hear it, exactly as it was mashed up. MUCH LIKE MY HEART YOU FUCKER.
In other news, I love my kids.
P.S. I BLOGGED, NEW BOOBS