Missing things

It's hard to focus on physical wellness - healthy eating and exercise - when my head and heart are in such bad shape.

I miss my kids. I miss living in a house they've always called home. I miss my cats. I miss my in-laws. I don't miss my ex, but I miss enormous swathes of the life we had together.

I've seen both of my kids within the last week. I had an especially good visit with my youngest, whose school is a long way away. We shopped for clothes and had a wonderful dinner and fussed with some things in his dorm room and had brunch and set up some things on his laptop, talking the whole time. And now I miss him even more acutely. We've texted every day this week, so it's not like we are out of touch. And I'll see him again two weeks from tomorrow.

But right now, that doesn't help. I want my babies back.