First weekend since Will died with no plans. We didn't know what to do with ourselves.
The only thing about our house that has been driving me crazy is the upstairs room that had all of Will's things in it. Perfect weekend to fix that.
The nursery that will never be. I couldn't stare at the empty room anymore.
So we moved the desk and computer stuff up from the basement.
Now it is an office. Talk about crap timing.
When we moved, we talked about how we would leave the crib and changing table box in the garage...and put it all together in time for the long weekend. Then Labor Day weekend we would put together all the finishing touches.
I would have never guessed it would end up an office...and just in time for Labor Day weekend.
Instead of excitedly getting ready for baby we will be running off to Chicago instead.
And I say running because that is what I am doing.
Running away from all this sadness and pain. All of our plans...and dreams.
I need to get out of here for awhile and staying home for that weekend would be the worst possible thing. So off we go.
We are hoping that a weekend away will do us some good. Both of us are wondering just what will become of us...and this really sad existence we feel.
Only one word to describe it: Empty.