I've been crashing. It's feels similar to my college days when at the end of a semester. I would go home and just crash for days. I would sleep for hours upon hours, only waking up to eat. I would throw up or dry heave and then just go back to sleep, and on it would go for a few days or even a couple of weeks. I don't know if it was my body's way of making up for lost sleep, or some kind of stress relief, but without fail I would get really sick and that's been the case this time after HF's graduation. The last of the guests left, and I have been zombie like. A little cold and cough, burning eyes from being so tired, waking up in weird places and in weird positions not knowing how I got there, and I don't know if it's the so called mom brain or what, but my short term memory is shot! So forgive me if I'm short on updates this week. The adrenaline that was keeping me going is gone. Now I'm readjusting to a new routine and a new life.
Here's an FTO blooper. Last night HF pulled a guy over for a traffic violation and as soon as he got to his window, a sprinkler turned on and hit him full blast. His FTO was on the other side of the car dying from laughter. I'm thinking that the guy inside the car was secretly going, "YES!"
And from 3 year old Luke who has discovered that daddy is a policeman.
Luke: Daddy, you a policeman?
HF: Yes, do you want to be a policeman like daddy?
Luke: No, I going to be a fire man.
HF: Hey. . .