I am home. In my own bed. My own clothes. My own shower. And my own family. I cannot begin to put into words the complete hell that the past week has been. I think I might have had a situation where my brain shut down just to have the ability to cope with the intense stress levels I was under. I am definitely not up to par yet. In fact, after dropping the kids off at school, I put my keys in the refrigerator, crawled into bed with my glasses still on my face and promptly fell asleep. For about 45 minutes. Then the phone starting ringing. For anyone who called me and was greeted by mumbling and incoherant babble-assing, forgive me. I didn’t mean to call you names or on the flip side I also didn’t mean to weep openly when you innocently asked, “How are you doing?”
I should be
normal back to myself soon. Or at least I hope so. If not, just keep reminding me that I should check the fridge for any missing keys and the pantry for any lost shoes.