
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I spent the day watching football and cleaning. It is always tough cleaning the house. It brings back too many strong memories. As I clean I continuously find belongings of the children - child's sock behind the couch, my daughter's hair ties, my son's matchbox cars. They are painful reminders of what I have lost.
I haven't cleaned or even touched the children rooms since they left. I keep the doors shut. I don't know what is better - keep the rooms how they are to make me feel like I still have my family or move there belongings into the garage until they can be moved up to my wife.
Is it completely insensitive to work on making a "bachelors pad" before the divorce papers have even been signed? Probably so. My wife and children will be visiting next month anyway and I want to be respectful.
Still, these reminders are getting to me. They are under my skin.