Teapot will transition into daycare next week, and I am in full-on denial. It’ll be good for her, is what I’ve heard from everyone who tries to make me feel better. I suppose I wish it had been my choice. Cancer made the choice for me, and I’m having trouble dealing with that.
We’ll bury my mom’s ashes this week. And after that, everything is done. All done, as Teapot would say. Teapot will go to daycare, because cancer dictated it. And I will go back to work, and have the joy of learning to hate it all over again. My dad will be alone in their big, empty house with fewer and fewer things to do. This is the new normal.
Nothing will ever be the same.