As Dennis headed out the door to go to church, I wanted to sit right down on my pity pot and have myself a party.
Why, when I feel so dog-gone miserable and Dennis is gone, do my kids seem needier than ever?
Lauren with her endless nonsensical jabbering, Camden and Luke hollering over who's turn it was at the Hot Wheels track, and Calista getting irritated with being ignored through it all.
For crying out loud, why can't I ever have myself a real sick day- or a couple for that matter? A few days where I can check out and read books, and do whatever it is that floats my boat until I get to feeling better?
After biting off a few heads I decided I needed to keep my mouth shut and keep to myself as much as possible. So while Calista was napping I was reading a book on photography and decided some camera therapy might be just what I needed.
It's amazing how looking at things through a little plastic lens, even if just for a few minutes, can bring things all back into focus- both literally and figuratively speaking. And suddenly, things didn't seem quite so bad after all.
Calista checking out her own image on the computer as I worked on the editing.