Tomorrow cannot come and go fast enough.
As we loaded E into the car at grandma’s, Titi asked her what she was supposed to sing to Daddy in the morning. E began to sing. And then the tears came.
If it was only possible to just skip the day.
When we split up our cubs tickets, I specifically picked this day so “we” would be able to go. Every set of tickets I picked was so that “we” would be able to go together. More specifically, they were days when Cari didn’t have to work at the restaurant. I think we only went to 2 together this year. So tomorrow night I get to watch the struggling cubs without her on a day I wish would end before it started.
I’m just not looking forward to another reminder of what I’m forced to live without.