Father’s Day Blues

Those who know me best know that I’m usually a fairly emotionally stable person.  I don’t go flying off the handle about things, and I can usually keep stuff together fairly well.  I just sort of maintain a standard operating level of bitchiness, but this week was different.

I’m not quite sure why it was different, I just know it was.  Funny though the things though that make you feel better….

  • Drinking half a bottle of tequila with you bestie and bawling like a baby at her pool at 3 in the afternoon.  Yup….we were those girls, and we don’t care what you want to say about it.  Sometimes a girl just needs booze, her bestie, and a good cry!  On a side note, I’ve never been drunk and then sobered up again all in the same night.  Yay for new experiences!
  • Movie night on the couch with the Scout baby….she’s my ride or die!
  • Running a 5K.  I hate to run, it’s not my thing and it never goes well for me.  Sometimes though, you have to run for those who can’t.  So today I put on my shoes, left the music and distractions at home, and ran for my Dad.

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Now I’m not sure that it ever gets any easier or better.  I don’t know why it seemed better to cry at a pool than at the funeral.  I don’t know why I can just be going about my day, and all the sudden the feels punch me in the gut.  What I do know though, is that life goes on.  Even when Dad was here and sick, he wanted everything to go on as normal.  So, I’ll continue to do what I do, and life will go on.  Sometimes that the best you can do.