I cannot believe just how
moving
the kindness of a total stranger can be.
They will probably never see this, but I have to say thank you, I am touched.
The sun will come out tomorrow, I’m sure.
Thanks.
Me! It’s all about me!
Tags: Hundred Acre Wood
I’m just sitting here, eating my yogurt. Finished my shower, all I need to do is pick a shirt and I’m ready for work.
I look in the corner of the screen and the clock says “6:00 AM.” I check my watch, and sure enough, 7 AM. I’ve already warned my son that he only has a few minutes left to sleep. This bugs me – why is the computer clock off by an hour?
I check the phone – 6:02 AM. (two minutes have passed, heh). My watch still insists it is after 7.
Then I realize what I did. When my alarm went off at 5, I set it for an hour later since I wasn’t running this morning. Checking the alarm on my watch – sure enough, it’s still set at 5; I had changed the time instead and then dreamed I had slept through the later alarm, when it fact I had just dozed for 15 minutes.
Now I have to find something to do for an hour. Huh.
I don’t know that this is a metaphor (analogy, whatever) for me and my life, but lately I’ve been more willing to leave my blinds open during the day.
Thanks to my mad photographic skillz, you can see what this is like. Sorta.
Tags: single
I may have mentioned that my oldest son is living with me, now. This is probably a temporary arrangement, but could last quite a while, and it certainly was not his choice to make the change.
I wasn’t sure how things would go. I have a one-bedroom apartment. There isn’t a lot of extra room. He and I have a history of not exactly getting along, to put it nicely, and I was worried about what close proximity would cause.
It has been a few weeks, and the most amazing thing has happened. We aren’t fighting. We spend just about every minute that I’m not at work together. I’ll admit I’m exhausted, in a way, because over the past several months I had grown a bit accustomed to having quiet or downtime to recharge my batteries. Now, not so much.
He has struggles at school, but they are a little different than before. Now he seems to go through a lot of anxiety first thing each morning. He calls me at work to tell me that he loves me, and something I never thought I would hear my son say:
He misses me.
The other day he called to ask me about favorite colors, and said he was going to make me something. One afternoon he presented me with a bracelet, which I thanked him for profusely. He made me something.
Yesterday he was upset that I didn’t wear the bracelet, and called me from school to say so. I assured him I simply forgot and asked if he would remind me. This morning as we were getting ready to leave he walks over and silently hands me the bracelet, so I tied it on. This is the first morning in over two weeks that he hasn’t called me from school to tell me he misses me.
I am proud to wear it. I miss you too, son.
