When we reach adulthood we shouldn’t have to deal with bad dreams anymore. Instead, they get bigger and scarier, conforming more to our adult fears.
For once, the kids slept decent and I was restless, unable to sleep, and when I did my dreams were quite unpleasant.
Brett called Averi’s mom at 6:30 this morning to let her know when he’s be here, thinking Averi would be up, but he forgot their first game was at 9:30 and not or normal 8 a.m. stuff. Ya’ll, I ain’t even mad. Normally I’d be all “you seriously called her at 6:30 in the morning and woke them up?” Nah. Not today.
Yankee woke me at 6, two baby floofy’s had pasty butt, and I had three kids to get ready that absolutely did not want to get up. Me neither, guys, me neither.
I almost drove off from the gas station with the nozzle still in my car and I pulled into a super nice housing development instead of the ball park. Oops.
Brett was able to be here at the very start of game two, and ball game number 3 is about to start. We have one more to play at 5. They only have port-a-potty’s here and I’m getting really tired of hovering while holding my breath and having my face stuffed inside my sweatshirt. I feel a Mexican dinner is deserved after this.
It‘s amazing how much more my soul craves others now that I’ve started my weekly sessions. Of course I still and will always love my people, but it had gotten so hard to connect with others on a deeper level than just the surface. Everyone, mainly Brett, just drove me nuts. I didn’t have the patience and time for anything more than a passing conversation.
Now, more than ever, I feel the desire to have that connection. To just sit with someone’s presence. Especially Brett’s. It was a long, long 5 days without him, but it makes him getting home all the sweeter now, compared to what it used to be.
My prickly cactus skin has entirely fallen off from my recent incident, and today is a such a good day. Watching Averi play ball, the kids are chilling playing with toys, each other, and random other kids, the weather is beautiful, and I just can’t get over how darn blessed I am.
I will never not be grateful for the life I’ve been given.