My son had his tonsils, adenoids removed. Just recently my daughter started Kindergarten. My son switched to a new daycare. My husband changed jobs a few months ago. I got pregnant. Then I lost the baby. Then I really lost a baby and spent three days in the hospital and several weeks in recovery. Then my son dislocated his elbow. And now my dog of 10 years has a lump on his shoulder the size of my fist.
I ask you. Don’t I ever get a fucking break?
The answer (in case you don’t have it ready as you recover from my list of woe) is YES!
Yes, I do get a break!
In fact I get a full 1/2 hour a day. 30 minutes where I get to be ALONE IN MY HOUSE.
And then, I drive in the car for another 1/2 hour in the car by myself (not nearly as cool but still worth mentioning). And I LOVE IT. It’s pathetic how much I love it.
Tragically pathetic really.
But it is good.
And while part of my wonders if how I can handle another loss, the other part of me enjoys throwing a ball in the backyard for my boys for the first time in years during my one half hour.