In My World There Will Be Another Way

Yesterday I was wishing with all of my heart that I could just sit with my mom in a very quiet room. I wanted to lay my head in her lap and not say anything--just know she was there watching over me for 15 blissful minutes.

Since that was out of the question, I considered and/or participated in the following:

Chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
Curl into a fetal position.
Cry.
Complain.
Curse.

(Nice alliterative list, no?)