I know i've done a lot of "poor me" posts recently.
I'm kind of tired of it. Too much meme.
But i do have to share some of what has been going thru my mind.
The Mother's day posts with info started it a little.
I'll never be woken up to kids bringing me breakfast in bed, with Daddy's help, of course.
We'll never be planning a surprise birthday for Daddy, where the kids are giggling & trying to keep a secret.
We'll never bake cookies, or plant a garden together, or teach them how to ride bikes.
We will never be grandparents.
This last one kind of shocked me. I'm reading a couple of grandma blogs. The idea that there will be no second generation, no third generation, no grandkids hit me rather hard.
Ok, thanks for listening to another sorry me story.