This reminds me of a news story in my neck of the woods in the last couple years about a guy who went trick-or-treating for the first time in his early 30s. He actually had lots of fun while going from house to house. I personally don't think there should be an age limit on trick-or-treating, myself. Social norms are bizarre things to try to change, though.
Thanks everyone. My wife appreciates all the cares and comments. Maybe I'll be able to convince her to come hang here with us rather than on Facebook with her mom.
I hear you. Went through my own anniversaries of those lost last month and it knocked me out for two weeks straight before I could get my head around writing again.
Don't let guilt be one of the emotions. We feel what we feel. We remember, usually not when we'd like to, and often times, at the worst possible time.
I filled my time with memories- as many good ones as I could pack into my quiet time. I focused on watching the birds at the feeder outside my office window. Did the bare minimum at work. Tried to enjoy time with friends.
Eventually, it passed.
I've found that sometimes talking to them helps, even though they can't hear. Do the things that give you joy and peace, and most of all, forgive yourself for whatever wasn't done, wasn't said, or conversely, was. Let lavender winds ease your pain and remember, we're all here if you need us.
Today I had a rest day. As such as I ever get. I had to cook a week's worth of dog food for my chiweenies and Chihuahua. The Chihuahua doesn't have very good teeth and won't eat canned pates so I finely chop people quality food and cook it from a recipe I got from a vet. It has olive oil canned sardines and ground flax seed among other things it is supposed to be good for them. The only store bought easy to eat food she liked was the refrigerated logs of dog food that I don't really trust and ultimately this is cheaper and easier than dicing those logs up fine for her.
It's low bad fat and carb high good fat and protein. With none of the things like onion or grapes that are bad for them.
I ran out after breakfast yesterday and the day got away from me. I ended up feeding them dinners of ground hot dogs. I feel like a terrible mom, and they turned their nose up at their dinner tonight with looks on their faces that clearly asked, where's the hot dogs?
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