The Trapped Butterfly was confused. All week she thought it was Hanukkah but today is the first night of the Holiday. She doesn’t celebrate it but her professor is Jewish so she recognizes it. She also has a few Jewish friends. She has been wishing her professor a happy Hanukkah when it hasn’t even started yet. It starts tonight at sunset.
Then she thought it was Saturday instead of Sunday. As she was telling her husband what she wanted to wear that day, she said her “ink addict” sweatpants the were gray. Until her husband pulled out the mainly black sweatpants with some gray in them and teal lettering. She started laughing hysterically and part of her wanted to cry.
When one doesn’t have a “normal” life and everything is just monotonous, the days, weeks, and months just get really blurry. She imagines it is similar to having a new baby. A great parent is there no matter what for the child, but the lack of sleep and total disruption of what life was like before the precious baby was born is disorientating…But in the best way possible!
Hopefully she will eventually get her life back. But three years of this has definitely taken its toll on her.
Now what colors is she wearing again?
The Trapped Butterfly 