My camera broke! Can you believe the nerve of that beloved instrument? I have to actually send it in! And pay money! And LIVE WITHOUT IT for 4 to 6 weeks!
Actually it seems I'm in denial. It's been sitting here lifeless for several weeks and I can't force myself to take it in, and in the process of my denial, I'm forcing myself to live without it for even longer.
Pull yourself together, Brittany! Just take it in!
Okay, I think I've managed to imagine myself driving to the store with my children in tow and giving my camera to a man who will take it away from me and send it far, far away. But he promises to send it back to me all shiny and new and freshly clean.
Yes, I can see the day when my beloved instrument returns to me in the mail...at the shop? (Do I have to drag the kids back in to the store?? Again? It's so painful. It takes so much energy. I hardly have the energy to type this now just thinking about taking them all the way back to the store! Do you know what it's like with TWO squirming toddlers? They are strong. And loud, too! Maybe the other kids will be helpful?)
Okay, it comes to me in the mail.
And I'm so grateful! Almost as if it was meant to break, just so I could enjoy such a beautiful and newly perfect camera once more. And it was all worth it in the end.
Here's the last picture from my camera:
Isn't she cute?
7 hours ago