It’s Monday. The sick sad truth is that I’ve been looking forward to this day. The oldest child will be home when I get there, but that’s okay. She knows I’ve been put through a wringer-washer for the weekend. She was there!
I want to turn my brain off and take a nap on the couch. Or just stare at my fish and drool on myself a little. I’m not even sure I’m going to turn the tv on, I might just listen to the blood rushing through my ears. I can’t wait. I can’t wait for nothing.
The day went by pretty fast at work today without being brain-numbing. I got a call from my second job asking if I wanted extra hours. I couldn’t take them because they overlapped my first job, but if I didn’t have a schedule conflict, I would have had to say yes. Then I would have cried all the way there. So I’m glad I was saved from that by default.
It’s dark and damp and gloomy outside, and that is perfect. I just want to wrap a blanket around myself several times and sit very still on my couch. Like a burrito of awesomeness.
Yes, I will be the burrito.