Sometimes missing you is almost more than I can stand. Today was one of those days. I had to work, so of course I had my perky groove on. But I wasn’t really there. I was distracted and clumsy, and on every break I would sit in my car, unable to cry, rocking back and forth and whimpering to myself.
I want my baby now.
I want my son.
Really, jokes over. I want my son back now.
I can’t stand this. I want my baby back!
I wish I had something more eloquent or interesting to say. But I don’t.