Its been a month. Its still hard. Very hard today. I'm really tired. I finally did something with the easter basket my dad sent me that my mom didn't finish. I gave the candy to coworkers, threw away the box, but couldn't throw away the note my dad included. I've been irritable at work the last couple of weeks, just stress I guess. I feel like I've been over eating but I'm still at 165lbs most of the time. I feel like I didn't sleep at all last night, but I've been awake since 6:30am. Every morning the cat, Sweetpea wakes us up for breakfast (hers, not ours). Theres no stopping or fooling her. She'll pound the door down if she has to. She only loves us for our thumbs I think.

Sad and hard. Like a new scab is being pulled off.