Today is the first day that I’ve actually felt like myself. This last week I’ve felt awful. My hand is still hurting and I still have numb ultra sensitive fingers on that hand, but I felt pretty good today. Hannah had a class that she had to go to from 9:30-3:30 so that gave me a chance to go in and clean her room. Really deep clean it. She gets overwhelmed when it gets bad and I honestly don’t mind doing it.

Since I haven’t really been able to use my arm until today, I had this mountain of laundry to tackle. I’m almost finished with it, thank goodness.

Yep, I just piled it all up in the living room so that way I’d HAVE to do it.

What made this day surreal is it was day of the funeral for my ex husband. A lot of people don’t know this, but I was married twice before I met Donny. This was only a 6 year marriage, we had no kids together and I haven’t seen or spoken to him in 20 years, but I still feel very bad for his family. He passed away in a motorcycle accident. A lot of people might find this strange, but I am good friends with ex wife #2 and #4. (I was #3) They are such wonderful women and I’m so thankful I have them in my life.

While I was waiting for Hannah to get out of class I was to scrolling on Facebook and just happened to see a post that shook me. A woman I worked with in Baton Rouge, that was a one of the best people I have ever met, was killed in a motorcycle crash on Memorial Day weekend. She and her husband were so in love, she had such wonderful kids, her son was engaged, everyone loved her and she is now gone. It’s so hard for me to wrap my head around. I can’t even imagine the pain her husband is going through. I will miss her and have such fond memories of the time i lived in Baton Rouge. She was one of the very, very good ones.