Every now and then...

I feel a little bit lonely. Even though the house is full of people, albeit sleeping ones. Maybe I am in a funk. I do not know, I just keep wishing for something else, something more. And the only thing I am getting is sad. I had a wonderful day with my littlest ones, cuddling and playing. Somehow thats still not enough. I do not feel fulfilled. Or happy, I did then, but not now.

I remember not being able to wait to talk to someone. Wondering what they were doing every second of the day. Hopeing they were thinking about me. Obsessed with where they were. Ecstatic at being near them. Anxious that somehow it was not going to work. All those feelings not all good, and somehow I want them again.

Blah.