It’s been the kind of week where you are glad it’s over and ready to start a new one. This past week was like a bad ex-boyfriend. It was full of drama, took all my money, kept me up at night worrying, had me trying to explain things and answer all kinds of uncomfortable questions. I had “fights”, but they were fat-girl-clothes fights. You know, you’re a little fluffy, so sometimes your clothes all go on strike and stop fitting at the same time, so you throw them everywhere and angrily try on everything you own. It’s a “fat day” when there are clothes all over the bed first thing in the morning.
Kind of an unpleasant way to start the day, and most of my days started that way this week.
I did make it to the hospital to see my stepdad and see how my mom was doing yesterday. It’s better when you just go and see how people are holding out, you worry less. Today I “played photographer” and took some pictures of a little wedding that we had at one of my volunteer places. And that was about all I could do.
I’ve been put through a wringer-washer, pulled through a knot. Hit by a train. Dragged behind a runaway rodeo bull. You get the idea.
I’m done. I’m so glad I’m done. I’m so happy tomorrow is Monday and all this garbage is behind me and it’s almost like a little New Year’s Eve. Or a restraining order against my crazy ex-boyfriend of a week. Whichever you find easier to relate to.
I’m moving on. Who’s with me?!?