and is a tired, but happy woman.
I still look like this.
Just to remind you,
Al called me Ophelia last week because I was
being a complete drama queen about my kids being gone.
I know, I know, my initial reaction was to hit him with my purse.
Then I started laughing because even in my weakened state
I knew he was right.
But damn! I’m so happy to have these kids back.
I haven’t complained about them once.
I smell their heads and jump right up when they need me.
Not like the old days.
“What, you are hungry again?”
Plus, I’m happy because Al is coming tomorrow night.
It has been 2 weeks, not as long between as many of our visits,
but we need it since we didn’t leave in a great place last time.
He has told me several times that it is good to hear me laugh.
Apparently I didn’t laugh when my kids were gone.
I think I was frightening.
Someone asked me the other day,
“But wasn’t it a little bit nice to have all of that time?”
I think the ocean between us fucked my brain.
But it’s over and I didn’t die for good after all.
Ophelia has risen
and will put a smile on for her boyfriend this weekend.
Happy but still,