Mar 10

Recipe For Moving On

cup-o'-joeApparently life is not waiting for me to catch up.  It’s time to put an end to my little pity party, round up the soggy wads of kleenex, wipe the mascara from under my eyes and move on.

Ever since the kids could walk, I’ve asked them to get a kleenex when they see someone is hurt or crying.  It’s not because I wanted them to wait on me, but handing someone a kleenex when they are crying is a great way to show you care when you don’t know what the hell to say.  It’s better than standing there waiting for the sobbing person to tell you, “Could you get me a kleenex, already.”

Tuesday night, Will wised up and brought me the whole box.

There’s too much to do, too much to plan, and too much to anticipate to spend any more time licking my wounds.

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