Breathe In. Breathe Out.
Waiting right now is just driving me crazy. I keep telling myself that it’s totally normal, that everything is and will be okay, that it doesn’t mean anything at all, damn it, and it still is driving me crazy.
It doesn’t help that the husband has a job in Frankfurt from Monday to Thursday for the next two weeks and all I have is this silence reminding me of the phone call that hasn’t happened yet. Did I mention the crazy, by the way? The other thing I have is actually training for the 10k I’ll probably ever sign up for anyway, but I did go running today and I plan to keep it up, which in my screwed-up world means nothing at all. But a girl can always hope, can’t she.
Especially when if she couldn’t, she’d go downright crazy in a nanosecond.
Breathe in. Breathe out. God, I hate this.