How many times have I opened the "new post" page and then left? A lot. This past year has been downright weird. No really. I'm talking all kinds of fetal-position, thumb-sucking, soothe-yourself-with-Ben-and Jerry's weird. But I kind of feel like I'm coming up for air. (Oh please, oh please don't make me eat those words, God.) And I know life isn't supposed to be a bed of roses or a bowl full of cherries but right now I'd settle for a life full of dog farts that don't singe my eyelashes. That would seriously be a step in the right direction.
I don't think that's asking for too much do you?
But anyway. As I said, the air thing.....I feel like I'm coming up and getting some fresh gulps. Things are clicking back into place. My sense of humor is rusty but I'm starting to have a chance at the end of my day to look back and see the funny parts.
Like today when Gabriel (who's 6) pointed out that my shirt was too tight and showed my "bumps". That's code for back-fat if you weren't sure. See....funny stuff.
Or yesterday when everyone was in their bedrooms with radios blaring and couldn't hear me hollering for help when I realized there was no clean towel after my shower. And then, just as I decided to make a break out of the bathroom, down the stairs, past the front door and into my basement bedroom, the Fed Ex guy walked by my front window.
So yeah, life is finding it's normal again. Unfortunately it's my own expense.