My husband was admitted to the hospital on Tuesday. He might come home late next week, but we don't know for sure. In the meantime, I haven't been eating well. I'm still not eating well. It has been a long 9 plus months since I've run to food for comfort. But here we are again.
I think part of the problem, besides for me being stressed, is that I am alone. When he is gone, that is it, there is just me in this house. A person to hug and/or sit with would be nice. I have family twenty-five minutes away, but it is not the same. I don't even feel like putting in the effort to go see them. I just want to stay home... but I want someone here with me. A distraction, a comfort, a friend.
At least tonight and tomorrow I will busy like crazy. I signed up over a month ago to cook for church this weekend. Usually the two of handle it well, now I will do it alone. But I am almost grateful, though I will be a little frazzled getting it all done too. It will keep me busy and distracted. If it could also keep me from eating what I will be cooking that would be nice too.
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