When:
is Jeff’s hand going to stop hurting and heal?
are hurricanes going to stop blowing through here?
am I gonna get licensed?
life gonna return to normal?
gas prices gonna go down?
am I gonna get a boob job?
will we be able to ride bikes to school again?
are the cherubs gonna clean their rooms?
are the laundry fairies gonna visit?
is this house gonna stop smelling so damn musty?
am I going to find the time to color my hair pink again?
will I stop feeling guilty and anxious?
are children going to stop suffering?
am I going to be able to work a normal day again, without cherubs out of school, hurricanes, etc.
am I gonna stop whining?
WHEN…are you coming to Atlanta?
sigh, i miss you.