this morning #1484.
this morning, as we huddled around a table in the hotel lobby with a sad buffet breakfast before us, i couldn’t muster up any appetite. i just sipped from a cup of tea & stared out at nothing in particular in at the parking lot behind the hotel. MOM. MOM. MOM! the kids snapped me out of my trance and, the instant that they knew that they had my attention, came at me with a tag team flurry of questions, repeating the theme of “what are we going to do about…?” i wasn’t ready for any of this. couldn’t find a single answer for any of their worries. agreeing to stay with them while the husband met with our lawyer to get some guidance was a mistake. breaking down’s a possibility. losing our entire life to a fire might kill me.