Depends on the Day

I can't believe a week has gone by and I haven't been on here.  Its been kind of a crazy week getting back into the swing of things.  I wish I had some pictures to make this more interesting.  I did go on a field trip with Parker's class this past Thursday and will post those later. 
I had a friend ask me yesterday, "How was your day?"  I said, "good."  I don't know why she asked, but she did.  I really appreciated it because it had been one of my worst days so far.  I never answer honestly any more so she thought my day was fine.  I was just really happy she had asked how I was.  It was that simple.  I discussed that with another friend who doesn't like to answer honestly either.   It's hard because you don't want to burden anyone AND its hard to explain why some days are so much harder to get through than others.
I really felt like I was done being faithful yesterday and just wanted to throw my life to the wolves and see how it all turned out.  I was just ready to give up.  Everything seemed too hard.  I don't know why.  I don't know why some days feel as normal as they do and others I just want my aching to be over.  My answer about how my days are getting through losing a child is "It depends on the day."