Young Ladrinka, age 9, left for a five day trip with his class this morning.
I thought that I was going to be ok, but I’m completely sad and miss him a lot.
He foresaw this happening.
“You’re not going to cry tomorrow, are you?” He asked me as he was going to sleep.
“I’ll try not to,” I promised him. “What about you?”
“I’m going to cheer!” he said. “A week without siblings!”
I’m sure he’s just masking very deep pain.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he told me this morning, “but I’m going to miss Nicki most of all.”
Nicki is our cat.
She’s very missable, what with the whole shitting in the litter box with a stench that could wake the dead and coughing up hair balls. As compared to say, YOUR MOTHER, who has fine grooming habits and always flushes after herself.
So, to recap: My baby left me this morning and I’m all alone. You know, except for Husbandrinka and my daughter and Nicki.
And Nicki’s litter box.
One year ago ...
- Bible Studies - 2012