What a week! Sometimes, life just piles it on, doesn’t it?
Last week, was spring break so the kids were home all week. I didn’t take any time off work, so we did our best to balance it all. They ran a little feral through the neighborhood with their friends. I had to replenish the snack supply at least twice. And they definitely played more video games than necessary. However, I think they had a good week, and I was still able to get some work done in the midst of it all.
Wednesday, I woke up with a terrible cough/cold complete with body aches. I slept on and off all day. Being sick is one of those times you really miss having your partner to help pick up the slack. The boys were self-sufficient during the day and were good about letting me rest. A friend offered to take my youngest to baseball practice that afternoon and I gladly accepted the help for once. Then I overspent on DoorDash for dinner because sometimes, it’s worth every penny.
Wednesday night, we added to the pile when a storm rolled through. What started as pea sized, quickly transformed into golf ball sized hail. Then it sounded like someone was dropping bricks on the roof as the hail turned into baseballs. Suddenly, my couch was full as they kids appeared from their normal hidey-holes to be closer to me. So at least I got some snuggles in.
Thursday, I awoke feeling a little better and placed a call to a roofer I know. He was able to come by the same day and confirmed there is significant damage to the roof. As he was explaining the process to go through insurance, he kept telling me it would be like the last time. But last time we did this Tony was alive and I handled zero parts of the insurance/new roof procedures. Later that day, I opened a claim with my insurance company. While, I haven’t done this before I know I am capable.
Did I mention all of this was piling on as our wedding anniversary was barreling towards me?
Saturday, I found myself with nothing to do and could feel myself sinking into my head. Twirling through the what ifs, missing him, dreaming of the plans we would have made. We made a party out of everything; and a Sunday Funday 17th on the 17th St. Patrick’s Day Celebration would have been in order. As I felt myself spiraling, I reached out to everyone who had said they would be around over the weekend. I ended up having two friends come over to sit with me. Helping to pull me out of the funk. 
On Sunday, our actual anniversary, I woke up and put on green for the first time in 3 years. I made corned beef and cabbage for the kids and me. It was also the first wedding anniversary since he passed that I haven’t escaped out of town. I woke up and went to bed in our house, surrounded by the life we built together. I try like hell to carry on without him in a way that serves me and his memory.
