Why does it sneak up on me every time?
I know it's coming, I have lots of plans. They're even reasonable!
Yet it hits me like a Mac truck every single time.
Little Boy left this morning with his dad.
And all the wind has gone out of my sails.
I'm lonely.
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Ramblings about knitting, historic clothing, mothering a youngling, and whatever the latest obsession of the moment happens to be.
About Me
- historicstitcher
- Michigan, United States
- I'm a mom, a chemist, and a lover of fiber and history. I post about my projects, my life, and the history of women and fiber and keeping a home throughout history. Sometimes my friends and I get into a conversation in the comments - come join us!
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