How did I get here?

Do you ever just get to where you are going and then ask yourself how did I get here? That seems to happen to me all the time now days. I'll be driving in the car and I'll start to think, I don't know why that seems to be my thinking place. Maybe because I'm alone or some thing just comes to my mind. It happened this morning as I was going to get my grocery shopping done. I got to the store and I wondered how on earth did I get here? Lets just hope that I didn't run any red lights!

I was busy thinking this morning about, well you guessed it my Mom. For the last few days I have been really thinking about her, more then I normally do, which is a lot. I have so many questions that I want to ask her and she just isn't here to answer them.

Here are a few of the questions.

1. Emmie wants to get her hair cut, she wants to get it cut short! YIKES!! I know! What would she say to that. I of course don't want it short, not yet!

2. It's Dad's birthday, what should we get him? He is so hard to buy for and I really want to get him something he can use this year.


Other times I just want to tell her about what is going on here with the kids. She was always so interested in what they were doing. Emmie is getting ready to play T-ball. She would have wanted to hear all about that. She would have wanted pictures. I just really needed to talk to her this week, why this week more then any other week? I just need to hear her voice, I have it on the answering machine, but I just can't bring myself to play it. Not today.