I sit here alone in the house. The children have gone to grandma's for the day.
I sit here, coffee cup in hand, trying to find the energy to do what I have to do. I sit here staring out at the rain, avoiding.
I sit here preparing to do battle with my house. My house, my mortal enemy, with mice and ants, clutter and brokenness. There is so much to do, pages and pages of lists. I want to be able to check something off the list. Finish a task, finish a room.
Scrub. Organize. Toss away. Donate. No longer holding on to the past, it hasn't served me well.
Attack. Burn. Destroy.
Rebuild. Create anew. Fill with new memories.