My mom came to the hospital to spend the night with Ryan. She insisted that I needed to go home and get some rest, but I think she also needed some time with Ryan. I finally agreed, but when I got home, it just made me sad.
Brad had done a lot to
help around the house, so everything was neat and tidy, but the house seemed so
empty without Ryan running around. I
passed by his room and it was quiet and empty.
When I glanced out the window, his sandbox, which he loves to spend most
of his free time in, was empty. It hurt my
and I went to the store to get a few things and I was exhausted more than I knew. I went up to the deli counter to try and
order “a half pound of cracked pepper turkey” and instead my brain merged the
words together and I ordered “a half pound of crap… I mean cracked pepper
turkey”. Then, the woman behind the
counter went away to slice it and I burst into hysterical laughter and couldn't stop. It is funny sometimes how and when stress manifests itself. I must have needed
a good laugh.