On Saturday, Tom and I got an opportunity to spend a few hours at home, taking down our Christmas decorations. It was good to do, because frankly, they've just been one more thing adding to the total disarray I'm met with every time I stop home these days.
It was an odd experience as well. Because I feel like we barely got the chance to enjoy them. Christmas came and went, but it never fully felt like Christmas to me. It was a disillusioning experience.
As we were un-decorating, I noticed something that basically symbolized it all. Our Advent calendar, forgotten, and only half-completed on the wall of the living room. I had been lifting Sly up to it each day to let him place the next ornament on the little Velcro tree.
It hung on the wall, just sorta frozen in time. And that's exactly how our lives feel now. Everything is just on hold, indefinitely. Friends come to visit us and ask "what's new...well, you know, besides all this". I look at them like they're crazy. "What's new? This is my life right now. I don't do anything else. I'm sorry, but I have nothing else to talk about now."