I dug out this blog yesterday while looking for something else (when supposed to be doing something different from even the first thing). Ten years. TEN YEARS, MAN. It goes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway: things have changed.
Just imagine a montage that lasts an hour. Different hairstyles, different nights spent crying for various reasons many if not most of them initiated by myself. Caught up? Good.
We spent the night at my parents’ house last night. It’s been trifficult to say the least solo parenting. Aside: I’m not getting into it with you about the solo versus single nomenclature; the meanings seem still to be emerging. /aside But it would be a lot harder were it not for my parents and in-laws and it’s…actually not all that much harder than when my husband is here. It’s just lonely, more driving, and my general being over-it-ness with cooking hasn’t much changed in the last ten years. So I don’t do a good job with cooking, but that’s a time probelm. And I’d be doing the dishes anyway, so.
Leels may be sick, but when we arrived the Airbnb vibes were strong. As an adult there’s just something so much more relaxing about walking into a space where there’s nothing for you, personally, to get stressed out about. No messes you or your 4-year-old left from morning when you rushed out the door to get to work ten minutes late (as usual).
Just a clean, cozy movie night with wine and the mental bookmark that you need to get things tidied in the morning before you leave. My cat’s definitely pissed off at me but she would be anyway. I’ll give her wet food. Maybe that’ll make it all okay.
So now: off to do the tidying, get us ready to go and go CLEP out of English Composition. We’ll see how that goes. Then just a regular ol’ sick day with essay drafts, transcripts, lymphs and hematocrit and so on and so forth. Big Buffy the Vampire Slayer vibes.
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