The first day of the workweek---and I am SUPPOSED to be all rested up and rarin' to go. Anyone out there rarin'? That makes me laugh....
It turned out to be a bit of a crazy Sunday, my kiddos showed up, most of them anyway, unexpectedly, and little rest was had by me, but that's okay, I'll take my kids anyday. YS and GF have broken up, and I spent the day counseling a very broken heart, GF's---which I KNOW is odd, since YS is mine and she is now the supposed ex, but I love that girl, and whatever. I don't know their future, they have been pretty on and off for some time now, but this time it has already been a longer period of time. It is hard when their hearts are broken, and both are. I am not in the middle, I just listen. I remember those feelings, I have had them myself....they go with being young, inexperienced, giving everything you have....I had no one to go to. If I can help one person in this life, I will. At my own expense? Always. H gets mad at me, he says I don't have the strength now, and in some ways I don't because it hurts me to see someone I love hurt, but why else am I here? Being young is what everyone wants, but if you ask me, I wouldn't take it back. The confusion, the pain the pure drama of living--no way. There are good things about aging, and I like knowing that I will not die when my heart aches, that tomorrow is a new day, that all things that are shit today, can and will be miraculously wonderful tomorrow. I like that. And only age and experience and a few laugh line around the eyes and grey around the temples will allow that knowledge.
Christmas decorations? What Christmas decorations? By the time poor H finished stripping the beds and doing all the laundry, cooking the dinner, I think the poor man was a little tired. And I just sat by and watched. And told him I loved him and appreciated him for the millionth time. Will this ever end?
Have a good day. :)