Ronan. When I’m not writing to you on the blog, I feel like a bad mom to you. I’m hard on myself and, fuck, I just plain miss this. I cannot keep up with everything that is going on, and life seems to be running at an outrageous speed. So much has happened and so much is going on that I don’t even know what to address first.

First things first, Ronan. I am so overwhelmed with every aspect of my life right now that I feel like a breakdown might be in order, just because I fucking deserve one. I keep telling myself I have to get through September first, but I truly don’t know if I can wait that long.

So where to start? The most important thing, of course — the thing that has been consuming me. It started with that phone call from your Mr. Sparkly…