It's been almost two weeks since Chris' death and you would think that life would settle back down... in most aspects it has... the kids are back in school and seemingly have adjusted to our new reality... I'm open for business again and working as much as I normally do... the laundry is finally being done and put away... I even almost went to the PTA meeting last night but Hannah was way too tired and had a meltdown... it felt completely normal... I got to watch Oprah last night and caught one of my shows that I like... I was in bed at a reasonable hour and then... well... then nothing... so I watched more television in hopes of falling asleep... and then I watched some more... and still nothing... it was almost 4 a.m. before I fell asleep and my alarm is set to go off at 6:30... and that's only because I let myself sleep in... part of me thinks it's because I need to get back to the gym because I could always go to sleep after a couple of hours there... part of it's because I know that it's almost 12:36 a.m., the official time of his passing... and some may think "Well, turn the TV off!" but that's not it... I've been sleeping with the television on since Chris moved out... I like the noise as I drift off... and it's not like I enjoy watching Cheaters or the numerous infomercials that come on at that hour... I just cannot fall to sleep... the upside to my day is that I'm in real clothes... not the black that I've been wearing since he passed, and not the exercise clothes that I forced myself to wear in hopes of getting to the gym these past two days, but my favorite jeans and a regular shirt... though I may change my shirt in a little while because they're having a flu shot clinic at our clubhouse and I'd like to get that out of the way, but otherwise I'm dressed... and showered...