GONE. MISSING.

I miss my kids.

My youngest started Kindergarten this year and on his first day I had a lot of people asking me how I was doing. How was I doing about what? I had to meet a client that day and since there was no drama surrounding him getting on the bus, no problems, right? Ummmmmm. A month later and it hit me, HARD. Crying? Try sobbing. It's gotten so bad that I can't even give correct fashion advice. A friend asked if she could start wearing clogs (as in the nurse kind but not white) and I actually said yes (J, I might have to rescind on that one). Point is, if you see me wearing a tracksuit with nurse clogs, you'll know why.