My godmother said there’ll be days like this.. There’ll be days like this, my godmother said…
I managed to get out of bed and make scotch pancakes for the boys.
I managed a few conversations at a kids party…
I managed to make lunch…
I managed to get back into bed and get under the covers…. I didn’t manage to sleep but I managed to savour the quiet.
Now all I need to do is manage to get up and make the boys some tea and get dressed and go out and be sociable. 
It seems that grief takes many forms… If it is grief at all, or the mix of grief and everything else that has happened in the last months. Today’s form is exhaustion… Complete and utter exhaustion.