We interrupt our regularly scheduled pig post to tell you I ain't feeling it.
I have tried so hard to stay positive this week, but bad news has been hitting me from every side. Today, the worst blow of the week came. I'm not going to list it all here, seeing as how I don't want you to be brought down into my sadness. (And because the news is not public information) I called my one super good friend, who I haven't talked to in 2 weeks, to tell her we couldn't come to her son's graduation party after all, and the floodgates opened. Within 2 minutes of her answering the phone, we were both sobbing messes of snot and tears.
She thanked me profusely.
I told her she really needed to talk to me more often if she didn't want to hear everything in one sitting.
And then my SIL texted to see how the pigs were doing. I called her to say I don't give a damn anymore about the stupid pigs, seeing as how all these other worse things are happening, and she said, "I have my shoes on and my hair is already done. I'll be there in 2 hours."
I told her, "No, you don't have to do that. You have your own farm and kids and life stuff to do."
Know what she said?
"I know we aren't sisters by blood, but I love you dearly, as if you were. This is not a pity visit. This is a sister emergency visit. You have an incredible amount on your shoulders right now, and I'm going to help. I may not be able to do more than stand by you while we watch all the pigs die, but I'll be there."
And so, even in my pit of utter sadness, Positive is fighting for a place in my day.
*So as not to scare you all, nothing has happened to me, my husband, or my children. They are all healthy and fine. A bit sad, (I have only told them bits of the bad news from the week.) but fine.