My boy has only been gone to his dads for a few days, and will return in 27 more (sigh) but I'm taking it a lot harder than I thought. I don't know what to call this emotion, depression? grief? but it's something I wasn't prepared for. This is the longest he's went for, so I'm assuming that has a lot to do with it. I'm hoping that a good cry in the shower will do the trick, but in the meantime I'm feeling a little more than fragile. :/
I suck at writing today.