I needed something to distract me from the pain, until I was able to heal properly. Vacation Bible School was the following week and I had to teach the adult class the entire week. So that meant working from 7:30-3:30/4, picking up my child, feeding her, and getting to the church by 5:45. That left no room for dwelling on my sorrows.
By the end of the week I was too tired to cry or think about crying. But now that I'm back to my normal schedule, I can't help but crawl in a corner and mourn her death.
"I NEED ANOTHER DISTRACTION!!!!